"Sorry, Nate," he said with a chuckle, not knowing if I was kidding, and he handed me two stupid pills. Since it was a Thursday, we had three extra days of recovery time before the next game. I lay in bed for all three of them, unable to move. The Vicodin and muscle relaxer didn't make it off the plane so I did what I said I would do. I hit the streets?weed, a few pills, nothing heavy. By the time Monday rolled around, I was well enough to put on my clothes and go into work. I medicated myself all week and had to wear a neck roll to limit my range of motion. My teammates knew I was hurting so they propped me up and eased off in practice whenever they could. We took care of each other like that. I also had an acupuncture treatment that cut through my flesh and sank into my spine like the American flag into the moondirt, unleashing an electric pain through my body and bringing tears to my eyes and those of future generations of Jacksons. My neck still hurts. So does my head, I think. I'm not really sure. Damn you, Willie. Damn you.
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