I was never a morning person. I'm still not. Unless I decide to be.
All this to say that I'm sitting at a Starbucks on Solano Avenue at 4:40 in this morning. This is the time for me. This is the time where I can fuck around, listen to my crappy music on YouTube, and do my writing.
We take our places, me and the old guys with piles of papers. They pull up in their clapped-out Volvos. I do the same in my Mazdaspeed.
This morning I listened to Nine Inch Nails on LIVE 105's Rock Block. I hurt myself today to see if I still feel.