When I awake to the roaring, the hustle and the bustle, I can see only shades of gray, with the exception of what seems to be the blood in the corner of my eyes. My eyes throb, have I been staring at the sun? The sidewalk is cold and flat, my face is pressed against it, and the dry snake tongue in my mouth wiggles against the inside of my cheek, ( Read more... )

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