Jul 11, 2017
Eventual story part 1. (?)
[How do you sleep, want better sleep? Put ease to the subconscious now! ] That's what the flyer stated. Did I know what would happen once I applied; could I have possibly had a fathom of an idea all the horrendous things that would follow? Both answers were no. All I knew was the sessions were going to start around 8pm on a local campus, in a lab hall next to the library. That there was going to be food, and that I was all I needed. Screw the curiosity of how to better sleep. There was free food on the line. My stomach was hoping it was pizza.
