The Angle

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The Scar

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In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"See it all went down like this . . . my brother and I were in a motorcycle race on a beautiful sunny day; I remember the asphalt seemed to ripple with heat, the sky never so blue, the wind so exhilarating against our skin and hair - and that's when it all just goes blank. I must have hit the pavement going at least 100 miles per hour; all the doctors said that I was lucky to have lived . . ."