AN INTRODUCTION (OF SORTS)

I don’t know what’s worse the echoing ring of desolate loneliness or the searing pain of hearing the cackles of a moron in a full room.

That is to say I don’t know what’s worse; now or yesterday.

I feel at peace while I write this. Why? Because, it’s just about three A.M. I have to work in a couple of hours I haven’t slept and its raining outside.

It’s not just drizzle, I’m talking about full blown “serial-killer-staring-at-you-though-the-window-unnoticed-until-a flash-of-lighting-reveals-a-shadow-of-him-on-your-bedroom-wall” raining.

It’s amazing.

I take comfort in storms, not because I’m a Sad Goth Clown of a Man and I love all that is depressing, no.

I’m not that deep

No, it’s because it reminds me of home.

I was born in Houston Texas in the year 1983 during a hurricane.

Rain is my blanket.

But of course I digress, which I do quite a lot and if you are one of the four people reading this pretentious drivel then you should get used to it right quick.

There was a point to this.

But I lost it.

Ha!

I’ll just continue this tomorrow after some rest, some mindless work catering to the intellectually stunted, and some food.

I’m thinking falafel.

END PART ONE