Not being able to sleep, I step out of bed naked and feel for the light switch.  Last night, I almost fled with Connie and the kids to another country.  Or at least I wished I did.  George is getting more and more violent, and it is really making me wonder why I don't just have some of my buddies beat the ever-loving crap out of him.

Running my fingers over my neck and then scratching my head, I throw on my shorts before heading to the bathroom.  Feeling the overwhelming need to ...