Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me

by Bill Hayes

I had visited New York many times over the years but living here, as I soon discovered, is a whole different ballgame.

Ali nodded. “Have the sleep, the eat …” He shrugged. “But you can’t plan. Something might happen. The day off doesn’t come, then what? Everything bad. You plan the day on the day,” Ali said with real clarity, force. “Not before.”