The worst drunk dreams usually come in the middle of the night. They creep into my sleep, giving no warning. Nothing during the previous day or any dreams or waking that night presage the horror. Without cause, they pester my me, get into my deepest sensibilities. They are so real…
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Amaan runs the gas station and convenience store on 12th Street. Every day, working people in trucks from the surrounding industrial area use Amaan’s pumps to fill their tanks. Diesel, regular, premium. When I was working for an ornamental and structural construction firm in the bottoms, we pulled the trucks…
Leave a CommentInsomnia plagued me for thirty years before I went to the mental hospital in March 2011. I would fall asleep at the end of the day quite easily. Then, about an hour and a quarter or an hour and a half later, I would wake. The work getting back to…
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