What happens when I'm usually asleep

It was high noon on the subway. This is when I am usually asleep. Sort of nestled like a long-legged bird in my loft bed. Usually with my cat, who is getting unfortunately big. I liked her better when she was tiny, and that doesn't make me feel guilty. What, it's not like she's my child or anything. I digress.

It was high noon on the subway. The L train. A man came onto my car (not really mine, the one I was in) and had a huge disgusting bandage on his shin. His right shin. He also had a cane and scabby lips. When I looked at his shin I gagged a little. Honestly. His socks were also stained rusty with blood. He was talking. He started talking to someone. Something about how his shin had been bad for years. Imagine bandaged shin for years. He said the phrase: "Family Doctor," which struck me as old-fashioned. I wondered if he also called young people whippersnappers.

At 10:30 AM I was referred to a sleep center in Manhattan. I am going to be observed in my sleep to see why my sleeping is so awful (see also: hypnagogic hallucinations, paralysis, nightmares).

It was high noon on the subway. I was reading Bukowski. I can't decide whether or not he is a shitty writer. But I like him for telling the truth and not being flowery about it. I particularly like:
"just being able to scratch yourself and
be nonchalant is victory
enough.
those constipated minds that seek
larger meaning
will be dispatched with the other
garbage.
back off.
if there is light
it will find
you."
(from "the harder you try" in The People Look Like Flowers At Last.)

Last night a drunk man who resembled a cowboy offered me his Jim Beam or whatever. Whiskey, you know. Then he said, "What are you doing here? What's your deal?" He was going to Ohio to see his cousins. He said he hadn't seen them in ten years. That's only a long time if you are very young.

I have a lot of authority in my voice when I write, which is a very obnoxious trait in a human being engaging in conversation, but can sometimes come off as eloquent and witty in writing. Or ridiculous. I haven't decided yet.