Insomnia (ANIAPPT STORY) You stare at the road, wondering if it really does end at the edge of your headlights, or if that's just an illusion brought on by the lateness of the hour, the number of times you have driven this route in your life. In the backseat, he hits his head so hard, over and over and over. You think he must feel it even thru the helmet, the helmet he keeps trying to take off, maybe so he can hurt himself worse. You wonder what he is trying to hurt, to hit, to attack. You are so tired. He must be, too, but it doesn't show as he screams a heart-rending shriek into the still air of the car. You left your earbuds at home. You wouldn't hear the song over the yelling. A deer at the side of the road. You stop. It takes a half-step into the road, then bolts back into the woods. It had only one antler. In the back he's taken off his helmet. You make him put it on, slump in the driver's seat, you and your son stranded on a dark blind curve at 3:30 am, then drive on.