SNEAK PEAK AT "6315" - VOLUME 3 OF MY "WALKING ON DAWES COLLECTION"

Here is the beginning of “6315” – Volume 3 of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”.

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First thing I recalled was the unbearable pain in my jaw. I couldn’t move it. The more I attempted to open my mouth the greater the sharp stabbing pain.

My tongue felt like a pile of pulled pork. Even the mere breathe of air passing over it caused burning pain. I then realized that it was shredded by what shards of my teeth remained.

“Where were my beautiful teeth?”

And I wanted to know where the heck I was.

I realized that my eyes were swollen shut. Which compounded the chaotic mess within my mind.

My eyesight was surreal. Like I was wearing an Indy drivers burn mask. All I could see was the glow of the dual fluorescent light tubes directly above me. All else was obliqued by the shadows of my swollen eyelids.

I was hurt.

The realisation that I had either been in a heluva accident or I had lost the greatest street fight of my life set in.”

It is but a babe in the woods, but I am working on it.