At 4am I wake sweating and stinking in my sheets on the floor by my bed.I feel drunk. I feel drugged. I must be drugged.So down to the diner for food—but what food is this, thisgrease-based, sugary fat, globular, doughy, half raw bacterial mush?Two old women at the booth in the corner, both sitting on … Continue reading A Day in the Life of… by Bret LeBeau