Friday, March 12, 2010
The morning Waffle
I go to bed considerably earlier than my hosts Waffle and Diane. Waff usually pours me a couple of shots of vodka and I nod off shortly after the opening scenes of a movie he knows I'll enjoy. I awake earlier than they do, tip toeing out for a smoke and a stroll down Magazine street while planning my near future. When I return, both night owls are still deep asleep. Never have I heard a man with a more fitful sleep. Imagine Chewbacca the wookie with sleep apthia. Noises so violent at times, first thoughts are to dial 911. Occasionally he groans out complete sentences in his sleep. I try not to decode his speech. Whatever is in this man's deep subconscious, should stay there like remains in a shallow grave.