Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

Talking of sleepless nights,

I come up with the weirdest speeches at 2 AM. Yes, speeches. Imaginary conversations that turn weirder than they are (if that’s possible) and I climb atop a soap box and dispense wisdom. Like last night, I gave a rousing 30 minute lecture to a few people about democracy and anarchy.