I had another one of these infrequent but thoroughly disturbing mornings. I woke, unable to move, hallucinating aurally, hearing laura come in the house, hearing an airport, an airplane, drugs in my pocket, heroin, speed, i don't know, a needle in my coat, but awake while hallucinating. Staring, unable to move, at my black computer screen with the orange light in the corner, not asleep, but dreaming nonetheless, or hallucinating, some might say. After an hour, maybe two, I come out of it. I barely manage to roll over before it hits me again. It subsides quickly and I call for my mother. I'm living with my folks now, can't afford my apartment, though I made $2500 last month from selling photographs at a show that's up right now. So I called, finally able to move, to speak, to ask for help.'Help!' ----'Help!' by the Beatles