Crappy Sleeper
I have a story for all kinds of weird sleep-related shenanigans. Walking, talking, singing, dancing, fucking, wanking. One of my earliest memories is of sleep misadventures. Waking in my parents’ bathroom, freezing cold, alone in the blue predawn hue. The long narrow room, icily humid like all 90s Irish lavatories, except filled with a fear … Read more