It's 2:00 a.m.....
It's 2 A.M......
It's 2 A.M. the fear has gone
I'm sitting here waiting the gun still warm.
Maybe my connection is tired of taking chances
Yeah there's a storm on the loose
Sirens in my head
Wrapped up in silence all circuits are dead.
Cannot decode my whole life spins into a frenzy...
Maybe it's not that dramatic, but you get the point.
Or not. (Incidentally, the credits go to Golden Earring, Twilight Zone.)
And it's really 3 a.m., and I didn't have a connection. But still....
I did walk down to the office (driving is still a bit of a no-no). Checked my e-mail and so forth, and walked home. Maybe 3 miles each way. I haven't measured it.
It was a cool, though humid night, and not at all unpleasant. The dog seemed to enjoy it, anyway.
I love not having to get up for work in the morning.
It's 2 A.M. the fear has gone
I'm sitting here waiting the gun still warm.
Maybe my connection is tired of taking chances
Yeah there's a storm on the loose
Sirens in my head
Wrapped up in silence all circuits are dead.
Cannot decode my whole life spins into a frenzy...
Maybe it's not that dramatic, but you get the point.
Or not. (Incidentally, the credits go to Golden Earring, Twilight Zone.)
And it's really 3 a.m., and I didn't have a connection. But still....
I did walk down to the office (driving is still a bit of a no-no). Checked my e-mail and so forth, and walked home. Maybe 3 miles each way. I haven't measured it.
It was a cool, though humid night, and not at all unpleasant. The dog seemed to enjoy it, anyway.
I love not having to get up for work in the morning.
Labels: Eye Surgery
posted by Jack at 10/05/2004 03:03:00 AM
6 Comments:
I don’t know where your house is, nor do I know your dog. However, I do know where your office is and I would venture to say it would have been safer driving blind than walking there at 1:00 a.m.
May the force be with you.
Did I mention that the dog's a rottweiler and I have a concealed handgun permit?
I get the picture. A tall blonde white guy walking through downtown at 1:00 a.m. with a Rottweiler, an eye patch and a bulge in his pants (the gun I mean). I don't think a crackhead would even go near that.
It reminded me of a scene from Thomas Wolfe's "Bonfire of the Vanities." I dobn't remember the details, but it involved a rich white guy in a military-looking coat with a big dog (stepping out to call his girlfriend from the pay phone). Never even occurred to him that the young African-American gentleman across the street who he was trying to avoid might also find him intimidating.
Holy cow! I can die happy. I've been compared to Stephen King if only for one sentence. Bless you Geoff.
This is highly disturbing.
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