UNFINISHED DOCUMENTARY, KINGDOMS OF THE RADIO | 1995
I’m not one to toot my own horn, but it was a good, damned thing that the boys had a legitimate nurse involved, or half of them would have died of tetanus just moving all the recycled crap they got from Ikaia. The first thing I did when I saw their tendency to bleed, was to make sure that they all were up on their vaccinations.
When I was doing my clinicals, I saw a biker die of asphyxia after just trying to “walk it off” after a crash. It was pretty fucked up. You know the Joker in the Batman comics? It was like this guy got hit with the Joker toxin. The Clostridium tetani bacteria kills the nerves that tell muscles to relax, and the facial muscles end up contracting into the freakiest permanent grin. Nothing funny about that shit, that’s for sure.
At first, I had planned on going back to the City after the heat died down. I had just finished getting my ADN, and had planned to go on to get my bachelor’s, but, you know, life ended up showing me where I belonged. Some of the guys that started the project had military experience, but the vast majority of people moving into Girassol were literal babes in the woods. I couldn’t just leave them out there to die, now could I?
Román Leão 
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