Mid-day Happy Hour

       I remember the tradegy well. It was 9:00 am and a treacherous Sunday with no glimpse of faith to be imitaded or to believe in. 4 hours away from a slight chance of subtleness. I was experiencing smooth mental sounds while shaking uncontrollably. I felt as though I would welcome death if only I could succeed in a calm fashion. How could I make it 4 more hours as my body was falling off its its weakest limb. I had the feeling of old hunger pains disguised as body aches from a full week of emptyness.