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Show 93 Everyone is tired, including me, and I think we're about ready to drift into our respective dreams of small minded misdemeanors. I close my eyes. And then open them again when I hear a thud in the driveway. I look down, and Jason is in the windshield of a car. I look at Chris and ask, Why did he do that? Chris says, / don't know. He's on some kind of angel dust. He's been like this all night. Jason has been here a lot lately. Three nights ago he woke me up and asked me if I had any matches. I told him, No. Then he started looking through all of the cupboards and drawers, just like Chris does when he can't find something. I put a pillow over my head and went back to sleep. Now his legs are dangling in front of the glove box and he is stuck. Chris asks, Are you OK? Jason says, Get me out of here. We look at him for a while and then go into the garage to get a hammer to try to break the windshield up so he can get free. Since I am the only one remotely sober, I am the one who has to drive him to the hospital. Along the way, he keeps trying to jump out of the track. I have to grab the collar of his shirt with my right hand while steering with my left. The experience is intense enough that it keeps me awake all night at the hospital until Jason is released. 6 Maybe I need a closer look. The day after Jason is released from the hospital I mimic Blake and quit my job. Well, I tell them that I need some time off immediately, and I understand if they have to fill the spot with someone else. We'll see. |