all was good in my baton rouge apartment. my backback had been loaded with all of the necessary books required for a night full of studying molecular cell biology. a feeling of virtue coarsed through my blackened veins. as i slung my bag ’round my shoulders and locked up the apt, i felt a severe burning sensation on my forearm. i looked at it and saw nothing, gave it the ole scratch n go, and went to my car. as i was driving, the sensation became a white hot shot of pain…i looked at it again, and it had ballooned…