Delirium

Chapter 01

Sleeping has always been a trouble of mine, but restlessness is something many people have. I could sleep but I quite often get dreams as real as reality minus a few things. The winter of 1987 there was a blizzard in my town in Michigan. It was small and far away from the many suburban clusters. I like the isolation but at times like this it didn't seem like blessing but a curse. The only company I shared was few of the towns folk who didn't flee to warm areas and my wife. I saw great courage in those who stayed in this record breaking snowfall.
My neighbor Meenu was a young Indian boy who's father passed along his house and his 1960s mustang to him. One of the only things he kept of value after Meenu's birth, since his father was a gambler. The mother kept the house under close eye till Meenu was a good age to pass down to him since his father wasn't money savy. Meenu wasn't going to leave the car which was the only true thing his father left behind to be unattended in this weather. He was a strong man in the making.
Fitzgerald was the local bar keeper along with his two brothers Tom and Dodger. They were a trio always looking for a quick buck. Not in a illegal way but they often took trips across states and in and out of counties making runs of any kind. This weather wasn't going to hold up the process of that. Fitz was the eldest and kept the bar running. Tom was the youngest who did the most backbreaking labor of loading and unloading and had unmatched social skills. Dodger was the driver always and quite often looked handsomer and foolishly braver than most. The brothers had their reasons unlike most of the spineless townspeople.
My wife didn't want to go unless I wanted to. I had no reason to leave and I believed that was enough of a cause to stay. We had enough stocked goods to last the whole winter. Having a generator, we weren't too worried about anything mother nature could have mustered. I often get bored and my wife wasn't all that entertaining so I got a cat a few months back now he's about two years old. Speed is an energetic house cat who always plays in the morning and cuddles with me at night.