The inspiration: A story: You’ve had that dream, right, where you’re standing in front of class and realize you’re naked? Liar. Everyone has those dreams. Remember my ex-wife? Our divorce so wonderfully civil I moved five states away and haven’t seen her for three years? Guess who showed at the faculty end-of-term soiree last night on the arm of that dweeb teaching, Decadent Modernity, or some nonsense. I’m staring; she’s