A few moments later he was bent over the sink wreching. I felt like all his internal organs where verying to jump up his troat at once, and he loved it.When his organs desided to settle again he turned the radio further up and grabbed tthe bleach, taking sips of the cleaning fluid he staggered to the thermostate and thurned it right up. He couldn't remember when he had started doing these thing but only that the more uncomfortable he was the less visions he got. The only other way of dealing with them had been to keep busy after people selecting what he saw as he tracked them. That was over, why didn't he just chug down the bleachtake a few pills and go to sleep? Now that was an idea!