the other thing that had me awake last night—mom. i feel real bad about mom. when i was 13 we were in a crash on the expressway going into chicago. our blue volkswagon was crushed front and rear. my brother's head smashed into the windshield and my sister disappeared, folded under the back seat. i was untouched. we went to mercy hospital and mysteriously mom ended up marrying the security guard. he moved in and did a search and seizure in my room. took my pipe and pot. four years later they moved to the villages in florida. i was spared and went to school. now their neighbors are all dead and they are losing their faculties and it's the great unraveling.