I guess this is where I should own up and come clean. I lied. I laid there on my bed, head pressed up against the wall, listening to the The Shining on the TV. My bedroom shared the wall where my bed was with the front room, and when Mom sent me away and stayed up late watching scary movies on HBO, I would listen to them through it. It was a little like listening to the radio, but the wall gave it a certain ears underwater quality, where the sounds felt like they were already pressed right up against my eardrums and even the slightest vibration was enormous. The things I did over boners. Three.