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February 18, 2005
screaming soundlessly. The yell was dry in my throat and entirely encompassed in my brain. I was sweating from my ankles and dimples. The dust beam of light shining in revealed the ugly reality of my apartment, of my life. I remembered who I was and secretly wished that the nightmare dog had dined on my flesh. I got up.

Naked, I walked to the bathroom, urinated, and stared in the mirror. The chip on my shoulder was there, as always. The shadows of my past clung to me. The demons of my present taunted me. The razor was shiny.