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...comfortable in the chair, and he's a good barber. He takes his time cutting, and only begins to speak after you've settled down. You're practically asleep when he starts; his voice has a familiar, paternal tone to it. You find it so relaxing you don't even notice the huge tufts of hair he's subtly cut out. As he talks you feel your scalp bleed, but it's all right. Everything's, somehow, strangely familiar...

Author: By Daniel Vilmure, | Title: The Shepard Zone | 1/24/1986 | See Source »

...Well. He liked to fish. Sunday mornings I'd drive him to the creek and sit and watch. Wouldn't fish none myself, though. Didn't know how. I'd just sit there, with my bottle, and sometimes fall asleep. It was nice, I guess. You didn't have to do nothing. Once we saw this little girl fishing across the water from us. She was a pretty thing, and my boy couldn't take his eyes off her. There was a woman on the shore of the creek behind her. She wasn't fishing, though. Not this lady...

Author: By Daniel Vilmure, | Title: The Shepard Zone | 1/24/1986 | See Source »

...came from a broken home. So what? I don't go for blaming everyone else for what you do wrong. Here's a kick: I was even a virgin the day after I got married. I got drunk at the wedding--nice Italian wedding--and went home and fell asleep...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Christmas Story | 12/30/1985 | See Source »

Quincy House's Jordan Fieldman '87 says that he might have missed out on one of his best presents. His roommate told him that a beautiful woman in a short red dress came to his door to give him a backrub. Fieldman was asleep, so his roommate didn't wake him. "I was made about that," he says...

Author: By Shari Rudavsky, | Title: Secret Santa's Come to Town | 12/16/1985 | See Source »

...lamenting the havok sleep wreaked on a delicate head of hair, I discovered that my hairline had moved. I grabbed the sink for support, and ran my hand back from my forehead, flattening the reed-like protrusions that stood in disarray. "We had a little fun while you were asleep," they seemed to say, but I wasn't concerned with them anymore. It was their dead comrades, fallen in the night, which elicited not concern, but utter horror...

Author: By Charles E. Cohen, | Title: A Touch of Chrome | 12/12/1985 | See Source »

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