Playing with the tab from the top of my now empty coke can, I stare at the TV. Well, to be more accurate I stare at something through the TV as I barely comprehend hearing someone somewhere say “I’m gonna stick my foot in your ass.”

Beyond the billions of colorful pixels displayed on the TV screen, I watch a little man standing in a hollow several inches under the earth pushing daisies up through to the surface. After a few moments of watching him, he stops and looks back at me. He held my stare for several moments and then went back to pushing the little daisies.

As I watch the little man work, I realize that I know him. He was the same man that I met on the BART when I was on my way to meet… “Oh no, bad memories, bad memories.” I say aloud. I began rocking on the couch as I pull my legs up and hold them to my chest as I rock faster.

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I find myself in front of the medicine cabinet again although I don’t remember climbing the stairs. On autopilot, I reach into the cabinet and…