Robert Carpenter

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The trees, the houses, and the power lines connecting them whipped by creating a parade of boring inanimate objects racing through Jack’s brain. Jack was zoned out. Jack wanted to be zoned out to kill the pain, to kill the memories. He leaned his head against the cold train window and tried his best to fall into a deep sleep. He didn’t want a restless sleep because then haunting dreams of his past would invade and he had enough pain approaching him in this unexpected visit back to his hometown.