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Lydia
went
and
got
some
hydrogen
peroxide
and
poured
it
into
the
wound
.
It
was
nice
.
White
foam
gushed
out
of
the
wound
.
It
sizzled
and
bubbled
.
Lydia
poured
some
more
in
.
"
You
better
go
to
a
hospital
,
"
Bobby
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
need
a
fucking
hospital
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
will
cure
itself
.
.
.
"
The
next
morning
the
wound
looked
horrible
.
It
was
still
open
and
seemed
to
be
forming
a
nice
crust
.
I
went
to
the
drugstore
for
some
more
hydrogen
peroxide
,
some
bandages
,
and
some
epsom
salts
.
I
filled
the
tub
full
of
hot
water
and
epsom
salts
and
got
in
.
I
began
thinking
about
myself
with
only
one
leg
.
There
were
advantages
:
HENRY
CHINASKI
IS
,
WITHOUT
A
DOUBT
,
THE
GREATEST
ONE
-
LEGGED
POET
IN
THE
WORLD
Bobby
came
by
that
afternoon
.
"
You
know
what
it
costs
to
get
a
leg
amputated
?
"
"
$
12
,
000
.
"
After
Bobby
left
I
phoned
my
doctor
.
