Check The Hood For Warmth

A series of stories from a paramedic with skeletons in the closet.

The day was turning into evening and it was time for dinner. I had fallen asleep on the couch and lost track of time. It was cold out, the leaves were crisp and the air tasted clean. If you’ve never tasted the difference between clean air and the moist, hay-riddled, grass-flavored air of warmer climates it is a palpable experience I would recommend…