What can YOU say in six sentences?
Less than an hour after July gives up the ghost to August, he stumbles out of bed suspecting that three hours sleep may be all there is to be had. As usual, there’s a soundtrack. This time, inexplicably, it’s April Love, Pat Boone crooning at him as insistently as his typical daytime standards, Under The Boardwalk and Why Do Fools Fall In Love. He’s compelled to seek relief by massaging his own keyboard, but it’s no use; no matter what he types, it’s still August in April, still six or seven hours until he has to go to work. The thought of the job on a Wednesday morning drives him back to bed, despite the certainty that he’ll only just lay there listening to himself breathe. Finally, sometime just before dawn a new soundtrack kicks in and, even though he can’t quite make it out, it’s enough to get him up and out the door.