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IT'S 3 IN THE A.M & FUCK KNOWS WHY ALAN IS AWAKE HE AJUSTS HIS TIRED BLOODSHOT EYES TO THE CONFORTING DARKNESS THINKING TO HIMSELF: WHY THE HELL AM I AWAKE? I DIDN'T HAVE A DAMN NIGHTMARE DID I?? OF COURSE THERE'S NO REPLY AS HE LOOKS OVER AT HIS BEDSIDE TABLE PICTURE OF HIS LATE WIFE ALICE WAKE A TEAR SUDDENLY ROLLS DOWN HIS CHEEK AS HE QUITELY BITTERLY SAYS TO HIMSELF:....Yeah...thats what i thought... ALAN WIPES HIS TEAR AND GETS OUT OF BED NOT THAT HE WANTS TO BUT MAYBE A BEER WILL MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER OR MAYBE NOT RIGHT NOW HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT