I Have a Dream

  Or, at least I had a dream. Last night. You know, while I was sleeping. (You thought this was going to be about Martin Luther King, Jr., didn’t you?) I dreamed that I was in a maximum security prison. Weird, huh? It was also awful. And scary. And I missed...

Day and Night…Night and Day

  Maybe you noticed that I was silent yesterday. Well, it was because I was sleeping. During the day. Because I was awake the night before. All night. ALL. NIGHT. Perhaps this will be too much information, but hey, we’re all friends here, and we’re...