The thousand yard stare I've developed at work this Christmas. I feel like a Vietnam vet having done a second tour of duty in retail, sometimes I awake mid-flashback late at night... "You weren't dere man, you weren't dere. It was Oldbury, Charlie had us pinned down, even the changing station was over run. Bobby D from Brooklyn he went off into the bike ailse... Never came back. All you could hear were the bells... the bells.."