I Don't Know, I'm Bad With Names

The lethargy of nights is a frequent if not constant companion throughout my life. Everything is coated in an ultra-cool sheen of the rabble rousers and general rebellious folk, and stinks of the youth. I don't understand why anyone wouldn't want to revel in it. If I were to be honest with myself I could fathom a few reasons among the level headed and too quickly grown among us but it makes me no less tow headed that all my favorite (and many necessary) services have a hard five o clock deadline. And there is a certain conceit about the darkness that allows the more playful facets of human nature manifest themselves in otherwise perfectly docile creatures in the daylight. It's a philosophical but subconscious reasoning that is too abstract for anyone to take too seriously when they're not sitting around joking with friends and trying a bit too hard not to appear a studied intellectual. "No I was graced with natural insight, I was a very advanced child." But it's almost too obvious to even begin to talk about because it takes into account such a weirdly grotesque side of the guy who sits next to you on the subway, that if it weren't for the eyes watching him oh the things he would do. I guess that's why things get so very social at night times too. People flock to their kind in concert halls and dimly lit bars and stop pretending to be who they "really" are and just be for a few hours at a time with a person they keep at an arm's length from their safe and future lifestyle and enjoy the company of someone as specifically fucked in the skull as they are. Naturally they enjoy themselves more. And when the morning comes I can shed my skin and stop indulging myself. Because it's not, an awakening, of the suppressed individual that shows up on Avenue A in punk combat boots at 2 in the morning. It's masturbation. I flaunt my self important individuality at the subculture, the downtrodden few and therefore must be righteous because I don't wear suits and ties and no one calls me sir or ma'am and I've never watched a morning talk show, so please EXPERIENCE ME. That's why they enjoy night time in the Big City.

So have a coke and a smile and shut the fuck up.