brain surgery
I have Arnold Chiari, which basically means my brain was too big for my skull and it was pressing down on my spinal cord. Cut to numerous jokes about about my IQ.
I turned up the volume on my stereo, and a devil’s choir of dissonant riffs and unearthly howls poured out. Nothing made sense anymore, except this. The raw, seething hatred spoke to me in a way that my friends and family could not.