Sunday
The roommate woke me up. “Hey! Glamour puss!” He was running his fingers up my unbitten leg toward the bald spot. “Wakey, wakey!”
“No. Go away,” I replied with a groan. Everything hurt. I guess bruises were coming up like rainbows in places I hadn’t even known would or could hurt.
“No! And my name is really Sol. It’s not ‘Theroommatefromhell’!” Whatever, he was straddling me now with his bare butt on my—stomach, yeah, stomach, with a rough patch like a bandage that was on his left check digging into my right side. He slid around on me, his skinny butt bones digging into me.
“Ow! Get off me!” I pushed at him feebly.
“No! Look, it’s you! Listen to this.” Sol shoved a newspaper in front of my half-opened eyes. I was looking back at myself from a picture on the front page. I blinke
