Big Trips (Patreon)

I don’t sleep well. Mind buzzes too much. For the most part, I have mastered tricking my brain into a normal sleep schedule. Most nights I can sleep like a rockcandy through earthquakes, hurricanes and alien invasions. The one time I can never sleep is before a big trip. Sometimes I can’t sleep before a big attack either but sometimes the alien invasions sneak up on you. I couldn’t sleep before my first trip to BunslyLand. I couldn’t sleep before my first trip to the moon. Now I can’t sleep the night before the family reunion. I’m not excited to meet the mixture of foxes and wolves that make up my clan. If anything, I’m dreading it. I can’t be myself around them. They are all boring repressed stiffs that are stuck in the 2950s. It’s infuriating! I know they live on a remote rock but come on! Oh well. The cheap food is always a plus. Seeing the night-mother is always fun. Well it wasn’t always fun. It was never boring though, I’ll tell you that. In her prime, the woman could drink fish under the table and still be coherent enough to talk shit about the fish dying from alcohol poisoning. Usually about them being a bad lay. The night-mother is the matriarch of our clan. Wise as hell from centuries of foolishness. I’ll be in a capsule with her for hours as we go to this remote rock. That’s why I can’t sleep. I’m too excited to hear her shit talk the whole ride there, during the reunion and the whole ride back.