4:00am driving to work on Hampton Blvd and the white van that may have been taken from the set of a Jackie Chan movie started swirving in and out of lanes. Maybe there was a fight for a handgun going on, or maybe he was just tired. But the stunt double almost hit me; into action, call the police. Just then the driver hits a curb, destroying a beautiful arrangement the botanical association had spent long hours arranging. But he recovered. The cop took action and pursued the car, leaving my adventure by the crossing of Beechwood and that library and sandwich shop that is never open.

Passing by the homes and seeing the all too familiar cars parked by the houses you know are not their's, the houses you never want to be their's. Let go of that pump of blood and that gulp of air and keep driving. We're all just skin and bones, blood and teeth.

On the up and up past the action of today will be far surpassed by the 10 hours of sleep that I got last night. After a great conversation about inaudible co-workers, cat attacks, and bare shelved refrigerators, and a Jason Knight photography cancelation; I went to bed at 6:30pm.....the sun was just going down and I read my book about Codfish and listened to Kanye West. Sowhere between the explanation of New Foundland and Gold Digger, I was out....and I'm out for now.