Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, esé?

Insomnia. What a golden gift of goob. Like a world without Stellan Skarsgård, it may seem a candy concept of poetic pathos and manumit minutes. In truth, it’s a little more like this. With only two hours sleep, I now resemble the Swedish Chef (replete with muppet mullet). Hurdy gurdy, flip the birdy. In otherContinue reading “Who you tryin’ to get crazy with, esé?”