Sunday, January 3, 2016

After dinner I began to fall asleep at the table.  I'm sorry,
I told my hosts.  I feel like I only started doing this
after I started working these crazy hours.  What are you
talking about, my hosts said.  You've been this way as
long as we've known you. Then I remembered a night out
with them in 2007 when the bouncer told me, one whiskey
in and scarcely past nine o'clock in the evening, as I began
to nod, that I would have to perk up or leave the bar.

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