About Me

As I ponder the scene around me, I am struck by the smell of the alley.  Is someone taking a picture of me?  Cars pass, stop-and-go, oblivious to my existence.  The night has hit the 11pm mark, and is still full of potential and gathering steam.  I save my energy for now, as I know there are unknown hours of fun ahead of us.  I like that it’s unknown.  There’s nothing that sparks the joy in my spirit more than the mystery of the unknown.  And here it is, all around me, unfolding, as I stand with my hands in my pockets, buried in the thoughts of my own mind, slave to my senses, servant to my desires, a pawn of the night, king of my dreams.

Snapshot taken?  Let’s go.