{"text":"I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies of my lupine brethren wooed me into a deep and cleansing sleep.","author":"Mark Rice","tags":["alcohol","heavy-metal","mark-rice","metallic-dreams","punishment","sleep","wolves"],"id":6825,"author_id":"Mark+Rice"}