Semi-Daily Scribbles

Nelson collected dark tinted brown, green, and blue receptacles because he boiled up and bottled things like Eschscholtzia Californica, Chamaemelum nobile, Hypericum perforatum, and Humulus lupulus. It was a classic case of Mind vs. Body in a war of wills, and Nelson brewed all sorts of curatives in hopes that the two factions would call a truce long enough for him to earn his daily bread as a tow truck driver. When it came to labor, Nelson's best efforts, and nearly all his physical exertion (which his doctor told him to get more of), occurred during REM sleep.

During these voyages to Nod, Nelson did not laze about. He had codes to crack, while tutu-attired lemurs hurled fruit from the bois d'arc at his melon, before timers on bombs wound down to zero. He also had souls to save, like the family of seven, plus their black giant schnauzer, which he pulled from a submerged RAV4 that jumped the Jersey barrier after a poorly negotiated cloverleaf and splashed down in a storm-bloated retention pond. That was a tough assignment, for sure, and Nelson woke up soaked and breathless. His shoulders ached from the weight of eight heads he struggled to keep above water. Essentially, there was no amount of tincture that helped Nelson get his brain, and all his other bits, to work as a cohesive whole.