What a God forsaken place, I can’t believe no one has come and shut this hell hole down. When I was in fourth or fifth grade my mother went into the hospital for minor surgery, and give or take a few reprieves, didn’t come home for the better part of two years. In those days children weren’t allowed to visit the patients and I spent a lot of time in the waiting room lighting red glass church candles. Eventually I went to live with my father and family on the South Shore. Mental note: I don’t care if it’s a hang nail; Mass General and The Brigham are only an hour away.