when we’re asleep our brain tends to our monsters it shuts down the electric fence and they rush out they’ve anticipated this all day they wander through the town down sidewalks and alleys it’s OK, though they know the locals here the meaty bouncer at the corner bar and homeless dude who sits on the corner under the neon signs and smokes a joint and laughs and watches but there’s one monster who doesn’t want to play it wants to feed and it means business