Plunged into Darkness


Friends, screenwriters, bloggers, lend me your eyes -- and tolerance for light and sound. It's happened again.

While doctors claim it's a recurring migraine or cluster headache, Sal, that voice of reason that lives inside my head, (not to be confused with Sol or Sal who now and then reply on this blog) says he knows for a fact that ferocious gremlins are setting off explosives inside my cranium and propelling rocket grenades against the backs of my eyes.

I'll be cowering in the darkness with a damp rag on my eyes until the cease fire.