Amtrak had been a mistake. It was cheaper than the plane, but I hadn't anticipated the lurching. When I got to the Hilton where the conference was being held, the shooting pains in my legs had been replaced by terrifying numbness.
I lay down beside the locked door of the room where our panel was going to be held and opened the brown paper bag.
I stuck the bag of frozen peas down my back,
I lay on the floor drinking beer, feeling the cold peas numb my spinal cord, eating the pastrami sandwich