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I
drove
home
,
drunk
.
The
sun
was
really
up
,
painful
and
yellow
.
.
.
I
had
been
sleeping
on
a
terrible
mattress
with
the
springs
sticking
into
me
for
several
years
.
That
afternoon
when
I
awakened
I
pulled
the
mattress
off
the
bed
,
dragged
it
outside
,
and
leaned
it
against
the
trashbin
.
I
walked
back
in
and
left
the
door
open
.
It
was
2
pm
and
hot
.
Tammie
walked
in
and
sat
on
the
couch
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
go
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
go
buy
a
mattress
.
"
"
A
mattress
?
Well
,
I
’
ll
leave
.
"
"
No
,
Tammie
,
wait
.
Please
.
The
whole
thing
will
take
about
15
minutes
.
Wait
here
and
have
a
beer
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
.
.
There
was
a
rebuilt
mattress
shop
about
three
blocks
down
on
Western
.
I
parked
in
front
and
ran
through
the
door
.
"
Fellows
!
I
need
a
mattress
.
.
.
FAST
!
"
