I think I told you this back when I was alive but….

When we were little and did the traveling between parents thing, Adam had the top bunk and I had the lower one in mom’s apt in Austin.  There was a big window opposite said bunk bed.  I always wanted the curtain closed before I would go to sleep.  Wasn’t sure what I was scared of but it was something.

One night I wake up in a dream.  The curtain’s open and its just black outside.  Why’s the window open?  Did I forget to pull the curtain?  How could I have forgotten?  I always remember when everyone else forgets.  The light’s on in the room.  Why in the hell is the light on?

Then there’s a man at the window.  I’ll never know his name but when Ethan Hawke says the poem in Dead Poets Society about the “sweaty toothed madman” I always think of the wiry-haired scraggly fucker with the killer eyes who stared at me through that window that night and all I could think was, “don’t let him know about my brother on the top bunk”.

The man starts banging on the window-glass.  He’s coming through.

I wrapped myself in a sheet and started screaming and rolling on the ground to distract him from what I hoped was hidden by a mound of blankets on the top bunk.

I heard the window-glass break.

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So, yeah, that was fun.  I couldn’t get to sleep for dick after that UNLESS I sang the Ninja Turtles theme to myself and knew Rafael was somewhere keeping an eye out for the sweaty toothed madman.