Nicolas Rivera

Subs, Watches, and Dancing Model X's

I hate not being able to sleep. It’s number four on my Top Five List of Least Favorite Things, right behind stubbing the pinky toe and just before brain freezes. Then again, brain freezes might be number four. But in any case, I need to sleep. With a groan and a sigh, I sit up in my empty bed in my damn near empty studio apartment and glance around the lonesome room. I should be out partying, celebrating my first and only stroke of good luck in almost a decade. Well, maybe that’s a stretch, but it’s been a rough go of it.