Wasps vs. Humans
In the throes of a midlife crisis, trapped in suburbia, in the midst of a heavy dose of antibiotics and cough mixture, he remembers back, half dreaming, to a time in his youth when bills, a mortgage, kids and the job didn’t matter. It was a time of parties, music, girls, getting up late and no responsibilities.
He feels the texture of the mattress, reminding him of being back there again in nineteen eighty six. Fir a split second he has returned. A second chance maybe? But what is he running away from? And is he running at all?
