The more I tried to not see them the more they flashed into my brain, beating into my eyelid’ls until they rose above me like obnoxious monuments of folly. The more I turned away the more they loomed and when I ran they followed me, beckoning and taunting like voracious whores on a rainy night in Kansas City. That night boomed into my head and I clenched my eyes shut tight trying to shut out the m...