Critters
You know how you wake up sometimes and there are all of these little squeaking sounds in your ears? It may sound like a low buzz or a chirping, or maybe a slight rustling from footsteps. Neither do I, but you would think we would with all of the little critters living inside of us. I didn't use know about them. I thought I was on my own. Until one day when they really shook me. — I was walking, just jaunting around Long Beach like I always did on Saturday mornings, when the world started spinning. I put my arms out to try to steady myself but to no avail. I had to sit. Sit right down in the middle of the street, on Atlantic Avenue, and get my bearings. There was a rapid sense of unsteadiness inside my chest and I had to close my eyes for a bit. A passerby, an oldish lady, I think, tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I was okay. I don’t know, I said. Just give me a minute. Well, you’re in the middle of the street so maybe I should give you a minute on the sidewalk instead. That