It was a wild and trippy day; I had been sleep deprived for over 4 days, and nothing I could do, nothing could help me get sleep.
Those were days where I was good at running, I had a good stride and I could keep running for quite sometime. In my insomniac tired state I was stupid, I decided to go running to see if that would help me get some sleep.
So I ran…
I ran some more…
Holy Crapola! By now I was sweating more because I was scared out of my wits!
*jingle jingle* with every stride I made while running, and the cadence only picked up when I myself picked up, there was no ending to the maddening *jingle jingle* noise.
So out of exhaustion, out of giving up I stopped…and so did the *jingle jingle* I put my hands over my head to catch my breath, I put my hands in my pocket, when I felt an odd piece of metal in them, I pulled it out and…
That was the day I met Abraham Lincoln!