The Vast Conundrum

Here it is, almost 5am again, and another stress-induced sleepless night now behind me. The pattern repeats itself yet again. I should be coming down sick again any day now. I want out of this rat race toward death.

Now I leave for the train to Manhattan, so that I can endure another long day of trying to fix a bloody mess without implicating the friend that is responsible for it. He’s busting my balls too. Not smart.