I wake up and know, right away, that it’s going to be one of those nights when I toss and turn in the sheets for hours trying to logically deduce the purpose of my life, knowing the whole time that the effort will only drive me out of my mind. Rather than suffer the torment of that introspection, I slip into my clothes and step outside.
A cold wind rattles the last dead leaves in the trees and fills the street with the sound of rattlesnakes…
