MY DAILY RIDE TO MONUMENT VALLEY, Part 1 of 4

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I've been on a Jackson Pollack sleeping binge. Sleep 14 hours, putter around 5, then back to bed for 14 more.

I'd still be asleep in my homeless shelter bunk bed right now but for my roommate's inability to sit still in whatever chair he's sitting in two miles away at his job. His cell phone has been calling me. He clamps his cell phone to his hip and when he squirms in his chair, he inadvertently depresses the cell phone's speed dial button which calls my cell phone.

I groggily pick up my cell phone to hear nothing but my roommate's uniformed ass squirming in some chair. Two or three of these interruptions of a Jackson Pollack binge and you know it's time to get up, to re-enter the world of the living.

I sat up in my bunk bed. I dialed my roommate's number. He answered.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah what?" he asked.

"Your ass has been calling me again," I said.

"Aaoops, sorry," he said.

"Okay." I said and hung up. I wasn't too angry because yesterday my roommate had accidentally run across a surge of energy and cleaned up his half of our room---did a really good job of it---AND had enough juice left over to wash his and MY work uniforms.

I put my cell phone down on the milk crate next to bunk bed and lied down to sleep some more. I had been dreaming of Monument Valley in Utah again. I had been dreaming of riding a Fatboy across the ribboney blacktop stretch of desert road in Indian country again and it was good.

My roommate tells me that he has seen me riding in my sleep, a big grin on my face and the hair on my head actually standing up in my sleep as if it were being blown by some phantom country road wind.

The cell phone rang.