For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

No big deal. We all have blood in us, the trick is keeping it inside.

I know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?

Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.