By John Murphy
Have you seen the classic horror film, “The Amityville Horror”?
Every morning George Lutz played by James Brolin bolts awake at 3:15 a.m. There is a meaning to this. Several years earlier, Ronald “Butch” DeFeo killed his entire family with a rifle at 3:15 a.m. at their home of 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York.
Sometimes I feel like poor George Lutz who bought the DeFeo home. For many years I have woken up at 3 a.m. It’s a drag. Sometimes I go back to sleep, but sometimes not.
I went to the doctor, a guy named Jesus. He’s a Dodger fan and gives me a hard time about the Giants. I don’t like him.
But seriously, Jesus says caffeine stays in the system for like eight hours so I can’t have coffee after mid-day. Boo. He also says no naps. Fortunately, he has not outlawed ice cream. If he does, I have no reason to live.
Besides, the 3 a.m. thing works with my job. As a freelance writer, I can get up and write to my heart’s content. The CalTrans Girl is not yet awake. She won’t come in and say, “What did you do to the icemaker?” Or, “What is this spill by the refrigerator?”
Nope, I can just pour a cup of java, put on some classical music (it makes me feel smarter) and write. In fact, I credit insomnia with some of my best work. And at no time was I warned, “FOR GOD’S SAKE, GET OUT!”
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