A CRICKET BALL

5 Feb 23

Hanif Mohammed

Last night was a bad one. A bit of a standoff at one-thirty in the morning with a nurse. I wanted more sleeping pills and he insisted I had had enough already.

Of course I have my own stash here in Rome, but I do not have access to it. And if I started mixing this stuff, I guess I could go up like kerosene. The nurse suggested I should lie still with my eyes closed. It sounded like good advice. I tried it for two or three hours, but found my mind was working faster and faster.