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There's something to that full-moon ****It makes...There's something to that full-moon ****It makes no logical sense, but there it isDiana calls on a wavelength to which only the tottering mind is attunedNow that it's in its last quarter, she'll 323 start sleeping through againWhich means I can start sleeping through again "If I were you, Edgar, I'd sleep on this gallery thing, and for more than one nightYou've been a busy bee, but I doubt if you have enough pictures yet to-" There was a tiled pillar behind himHe staggered back against itIf it hadn't been there, I'm pretty sure he would have gone downThe effects of the bourbon were wearing off a little, but there was enough of that hyper-reality left for me to see what happened to his eyes when he lost his equilibriumThe white ceramic chanel watch right one looked down, as if to check out his shoes, while the bloodshot and weepy left one rolled up in its socket until the iris was no more than an arcI had time to think that what I was seeing was surely impossible, eyes couldn't go in two completely different directions like thatAnd that was probably true for people who were healthyThen Wireman started to slide"Wireman? Wireman!" He gave his head a shake, then looked at meEyes front and all accounted forThe left one was 324 glistening and bloodshot, that was allHe took out his hankie and wiped his cheek "I've heard of putting other people to sleep with a boring line of quack, but oneself? That's ridiculous "You weren't dozing offI don't know what you were "Don't be pink prada handbag seely, dollink," Wireman said "No, your eyes got all funny "That's called going to sleep, muchacho He gave me one of his patented Wireman looks: head cocked, eyebrows raised, corners of the mouth dimpled in the beginnings of a smileBut I thought he knew exactly what I was talking about "I have to see a doctor, have a checkup," I saidI promised my friend KamenHow about I make it a twofer?" Wireman was still leaning against the pillarNow he straightened up"Hey, here's Jack with the vanStep lively, Edgar - last bus to Duma Key, leaving now ix 325 It happened again, on the way back, and worse, although Jack didn't see it - he was busy piloting the van along Casey Key Road - and I'm pretty sure Wireman himself never knewI had chanel red black handbag asked Jack if he minded skipping the Tamiami Trail, which is west coast Florida's engagingly tacky Main Street, in favor of the narrower, twistier wayI wanted to watch the moon on the water, I said "Gettin those little artist eccentricities, muchacho," Wireman said from the back seat, where he was stretched out with his feet upHe wasn't much of a stickler when it came to seatbelts, it seemed"Next thing we know, you'll be wearing a beret He pronounced it so it rhymed with garret "Fuck you, Wireman," I said "I been ****ed to the east and I been ****ed to the west," Wireman recited in tones of sentimental recollection, "but when it comes to the ****in, yo mamma's the best With that he lapsed into silence I watched the moon go d8:35 AM - Thursday, March 11, 2010
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