Ziggy Floyd remains paranoid. Black Sabbath shaking floorboards; apartment walls blasted by song. Quartering half-life of “Ambien Moments.” Nothing working. Had to pace—sleepless with test anxiety, jittery, fighting wee-hour hangover nausea.
….Tap-tap-tap—pencil taps…. Quit your side conversations you’re supposed to be proctoring!
Unprepared for breakdown, the rest of his life, Ziggy recalls bombing the LSAT.