4 65 A Con at the Con
4 65 A Con at the Con Not a great toy for kids Twenty-Twenty I woke up on Goldenrods couch and was certain something was picking my eyeball out of its socket. Jarred from sleep in a frenzy of blinking, the haze lifted. A spider-bite reaction at 2:00 am gave the sensation of a thousand eyelashes stuck in my eye. Sleeping bags apparently offered little protection from insects, even from within the comforts of honest-to-god living quarters. Bugs get what they want. I washed my eye out in his kitchen sink, struggling to keep the volume of my late-night disturbance to a minimum. Eventually, my eyelid twitched less, returning to its usual hyper kinetic state, and I caught a glimpse of the moon from the window above the sink. I decided to slip out back for a quick breath of fresh air. Even in the dead of night, the warmth of California was a pleasant break from Colorado�s altitude. Jealousy set in. I had no qualms when traveling to the coast for business. The heat was wonderful. I also missed...
