Sometimes I wake in the night. Crushing loneliness. But occasionally the weight is too much, and even putting a youtube video on won't remedy the situation. On these nights, I picture Hama, smashing my cranium to pieces with a baseball bat. Whack. Whack. Whack. Eventually my dome will be turned completely to mush. But my spirit-consciousness is put at ease, and I drift into peaceful sleep before the beating reaches that point. Yes, by the time my head is lumpy and purple, I am sedated, sleep is coming. Hama, my Queen. You are the greatest woman who has ever lived. Please murder me. Murder me, and forget me.