Leave Me Alone, You Alien Bastards...
I have a fear of heights. I have since I was a kid. I can't stand too close to the edge of anything higher than an easy jump. I can't even comfortably look out the window of a tall building without getting a bit unnerved. Standing on a ladder makes me quiver. My mother once went to a psychic and showed her a picture of me. She said that in a previous life, I was a fighter pilot, shot down in World War 2. That makes total sense. Cuckoo. When people ask me what I am afraid of, heights is what I tell them. FINAL ANSWER? Not quite... What I am about to divulge might destroy any shred of credibility I have built for myself over the years. It may seem far fetched and extravagant but it is simply the truth as it relates to my experiences. I am afraid of sleep. This may seem odd to those who know me well. Jason you love sleep. You adore it. You embrace the opportunity to lay back, cuddle up under the warmth of a freshly washed quilt, rest your weary keppie on a cool pillow and gay shlu...