song came on the loudspeaker of the bar. I turned my head to listen, wondering if I recognized it. I didn’t. I didn’t recognize much anymore—not music, or movies, or anything. Signs blurred into smears of jumbled incomprehension. Faces, too. I was a wild animal, a stray wolf with matted fur covered in filth, one not even a dogcatcher would want to mess with. The world screamed past me.
