Giovanni Cartucci Part 7

Sometimes I wish I had died on June 26th. If I had died then it would have been simple. 7 5\8 inches lower had the branch been and I'd have been decapitated or worse, my windpipe shattered and I'd have been asphyxiated. If there had been a pebble to differ, a pebble to jar the raft I rode on so even the infinitesimal gap that existed between reality and death at the moment of my loss, was closed, I'd be dead. Unfortunately I am alive. The only thing that is missing from me now is the memory of my life before the incident. To my only friend, me, I am F1.