"What's wrong?" I ask him. Kyle tells me, "Man, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I wish I could tell ya what I've been seeing for the past couple of nights. Just seeing them has been making me lose sleep by itself, but all the noise they make is so annoying that I can't get to sleep. But if I did tell you or anyone for that matter, they'd have me puking up fish-heads for weeks!". Looking at him, he is the definition of exasperation. I clasp his shoulder in an attempt to give comfort. "Ah, that's okay, dude. I know, I've been seeing them too lately."
