Wilson
When I was a sophomore in college, Matt Vavrock was my roommate. He had a Gibson, loved Star Trek, had a burning passion for Full Moon straight-to-videos, slept with the TV on.
His dad was a nearing-retirement mail carrier who became afflicted with Bells Palsy–parallysis on one side of the face. You can’t bat one of your eyes and you literally talk out the side of your mouth. This gave Matt’s dad a vague manner of speaking and resemblance to a latter day Brian Wilson.
Mr. Vavrock is a veteran, and was trained as a morse code correspondent. I asked him if those guys ever “knock” in their sleep, thinking myself oh so clever. He answered no, matter of factly. But sometimes a guy would wake with a start, sit up in his bunk and begin to go ” da daa da da daa ” in a panic. Creepy.
Little Wee to the Dee to the Eye to the A to the Ree
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