Suddenly this summer I realized I was going to die -- and God knows I was wanting it. Hell's heat had ascended upon us. Kill me, Jesus, kill me please. All I've ever asked for is just one night of good sleep, is that so much to ask? One night even if it hangs on for all eternity. Just let me sleep one night of deep, solid sleep. And I swear I'll never bother you again. Never ever. Unless some woman smiles at me. Then all bets are off.