I slept so much. My body was so desperate for sleep that I would nod off at every opportunity. During the winter in Lancaster, the days would often be covered with a thin veil of darkness. The morning would progress from black to a mute, overcast grey, then slowly back again to darkness. Within the confines of my hospital room, I lost my sense of day and night, lost it in all of those shades of grey. My first few days were a confusing mess of dreams and nightmares and waking memories.
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I slept so much
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A Few Notes
The bulk of this story takes place between March and September, 1990, and has been written in bits and pieces, fits and starts, over the years since then. Be forewarned that there's more than a little profanity. Some of this stuff still makes me very angry. I may try to work on a "PG" version at some point, but for now I'll let the chips fall where they may.
One final note: this is as mostly true a story as more than a decade of hindsight will allow. I can't say that everything is 100% accurate, but it's as close as I can get.
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Table of Contents
- 1. Introduction
- 2. England
- 3. Induction
- 4. Happy Birthday To Me
- 5. Consolidation
- 6. In Between Days
- 7. Round Three
- 8. 1991 - 1998
- 9. Marathons and More
- Miscellany
- On Writing
- Photos
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