’ My eyes do feel heavy. I yawn again ‘So difficult to keep your eyes open teacher. You want to sleep.’ God, yes I want to sleep. But I can’t ...here! ‘Why no take break from my essay teacher. Make you so sleepy. And it so hot. Let me turn up this fan to make you more comfortable. My heavy eyes automatically look at the fan. It spins around faster. Much like Cayla’s essay. ‘Look at the fan spin round and round teacher. Like my words go round and round and round. It make you so dizzy, so sleepy.. Walker, this is the Wall Street Journal, and we’re interested in your opinion of the Seattle Times article on you that was published this morning.”“It accurately reports my position, so I stand behind it.”“So you’re acknowledging that you’ve regained your abilities?”“I am, but I was forced into this admission, so I’m not prepared to begin treating thousands of desperate people. I did that before, and got kicked in the teeth for it. This time, I’m trying to document and verify my claims—a. "We, uh, pretty much just survive on what we can do. I could eat at the athletic cafeteria, and I do sometimes, but..." I'll try to eat there some during the season," said Maddy, who was now on full scholarship, "but Mama's cooking is just so much better."They talked about probable hours and pay, and Maddy headed off to tell her sister. Cheryl had an idea and went next door to talk with Claire. Before Maddy even got home, Cheryl left a message that there were two customers.There was one. Then I saw him. A short bald-headed guy in the middle of the floor who was waving a gun about. He was shouting “Get down on the floor ... get down”.I dived for the floor so quickly. Self preservation was my aim. I hadn’t lived 55 uneventful years so far to die today.The noise and shouting died down, replaced by sobs and crying. I ventured a quick look around, finding that there were a few women lying in the floor, and this crazy looking bald guy.He paced back and forth ranting and raving in.