this morning #904.

this morning, as i pedaled past house after house after house, each & every one with its lights still out, it started to bug me that i seemed to be the sole sucker in this town who was awake at this early hour. if you were using me as an example, you wouldn’t even know that it was the weekend. don’t get me wrong. the quiet of the dawn is a godsend, a tiny reminder that there are still peaceful pockets tucked amongst all the turmoil. it wasn’t as if i had a choice though. in a perfect world, i’d still be in bed right now. if not asleep, awake with my dog laying next to me. a game of madden on the screen. maybe a little weed. the sort of thing that’s probably going on inside all these palaces of privilege.