Coming Through In Waves

I was face down on the massage table, a masseuse’s elbow deep into my shoulder blades, when it occured to me that the tinkling, piped-in Muzak overhead was Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb.” Kind of odd, I thought (between bouts of excruciating pain). Kind of sad, too. But frankly, it kind of worked. Like many before…

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