In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"My vision was slightly blurred as I attempted to regain focus on the room surrounding me. The walls seemed as though they were a pale gray, sort of with a bluish tint to them, closing in ever so slowly. There were curtains with flower patterns on the windows, but they looked as though they had just spent a week playing in the sandbox. This was incredibly strange considering that my mother had this thing about what other people thought about her and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that people could see this unfamiliar filth from the street."
The Angle: Vol. 1999
, Article 18.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1999/iss2/18