Airforce McGee at St. Mary's - w4m (St. Mary's ER) 25yr

"oh Airforce McGee, I knew it was meant to be from the first time I saw you. Your sleeve tattoo, your calculatedly disheveled hair, and your excessively neon running shoes... me with my decidedly bloated waist (it is normally 27 inches) and grimace of pure, horrific, torturous pain. You said I had a pretty bra and then you carefully dressed me and gave me morphine as my dear friend looked on, giggling quietly to herself. I was so sad when I was admitted, because now I cannot gaze upon your shining face as it blurs into the background with another shot of painkillers. So how bout it? You and me, after I break out of here? Let's get a beer once I've been cleared to drink."