The incident is just too horrific to re-live. I spent most of today calling local psychiatrists to get an appointment. Maybe after a few hours on the couch I'll be able to talk about it.

It all started when I heard the voice of the person who had just bought a chip say to the seller, "Has Tyrus seen this?" Too little, too late. It all happened so fast, yet it was in slow motion. Like a train wreck, except I've never actually seen a train wreck. It's all just a horrible, horrible, blurr.

Tyrus