whole costume, I put it here.
Jesse and I had known one another since first grade. One Legend of how we met is that my allergies had me sneezing on my really cheap, ridiculously thin, yellow math paper every day and ruining it. He suggested I turn my head . . .
And the next day I sneezed on his math paper.
Neither of us is sure if this is anywhere near the truth.
Meanwhile, he was used to talking me down from regular, artificially self-inflicted, panic attacks.
Then he’d leap in and pass out until his next course.
When visiting, his girlfriend described my returning from morning classes as,
*slam – plump- rustle, rustle, rustle –zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Now, the only way my wife can gently get my attention when I'm snoring is by repeatedly punching me in the head.
So she says.
I have noticed I snore more on days I've forgotten to do important things.
Back then, it meant late night college noises wouldn’t wake me up…even if they woke me up.
I’d get out of bed, stomp to the door, throw it open, then rant and growl unintelligibly at everyone out there in a completely incomprehensible and non-verbal, but highly threatening manner. Following that outburst, I’d slam the door and go back to bed.
I reached over to increase Gene’s volume…