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"It's not worth going to bed to dream in soft and bittersweet whispers if the nightmares flood back with a roar too loud to be deafening." The sleeping nightmares Hit hardest while I Was still in grade school. Friends and family Were lost to, among Other things, crossfire In a dark monstrous Museum; and an Old farmhouse that went And turned my own Mother into a large Evil son killing wasp. Over time I learned How to stop or change The nightmares mid-dream It often worked. the waking night- mares are less predictable. more random than a bag of sledgehammers and more precise than a noose.  sometimes they come in long a

I want you to love me. I know that I am fat and, I know that I am ugly but, I want you to love me. To accept my shortcomings. To accept my foolish-ness. To accept my stupid-ness. To accept me and my failings. We both have problems          we can solve. We both have needs          we will meet. We both have love          we must share. So please settle for me.

(HANK will frequently stutter and jumble up his lines.  The instances of stuttering, jumbling up of lines, and ad-libing will be at  the actors digression, but stuttering and jumbling up of lines must be used liberally.)  HANK I wasn't ever good enough for her.  Oh geeze it was like, like I couldn't do anything right, like I was always messing up.  So I'd gone, I'd went to pick her up right?  And I'm still in my freakin' work clothes because I didn't don't have time to change and she was, her face got so disgusted.  It was just going to be a quick drop by toppers for christs sake.  Not the ballet or something and not the…I don't know, not

Draft 5.25 Paul Graham English 430 417 Tuesdays Ago I had three memories of Acadia before I lost my voice; the day my parents brought her home from the maternity ward, how dutifully I took her trick or treating, and the day she threw up some tomato juice I gave her. The day my parents told me about Mom being pregnant with Acadia was a forgettable day, one I didn't treat seriously at all.  This would have been something like the third week of August, 1995 because I we'd gotten back from the trip to Norfolk but I hadn't started the 3rd grade yet.  We were at a grocery store.  Mom and Dad were happy and full of energy, Mom didn't have a fat