Dry eyes and a personality complex
The Giants won, and a woman behind me is talking about how much pasta salad she ate last night, and my stomach is contorting in knots. I had a dream I made love with a woman while sleeping in bed next to one and then another dream where I popped a pimple and out of the pus sprung a monster with a pointed tongue and bug eyes the color of concrete. Winter, winter, winter I'm ready to go home. Where? Anywhere but Long Island.