It only took one night for me to come to the conclusion that all of reality, everything that we have ever known, is nothing but a myth. One night for me to come face to face with the fact that anything can be distorted, that the impossible is possible. One little visit to one little motel made me fear everything, and now I am sitting here waiting to die. "Hello?" I answered in a groggy, dazed voice that would signify to anyone that I had just woken up. "Dad, you already said that," I said with a laugh, thinking perhaps his short-term memory had taken a hit; poor guy was getting old.