1:53AM…
That dame was something.
Even though she looked like an angel, she sure as hell took me for a ride.
A ride to hell.
Angels going to hell.
Angels that took me to hell.
In many ways she reminded me of myself when I was so naively clinging to my idealism of a perfect world. Worlds that do not have sadness in their dictionaries. Worlds that do not suffer. Worlds that exist only in one’s wildest dreams.
Would string theory solve all my woes?
Yet let us not forget.
Damn, that dame was really something.
Now please forgive me at my poor attempt at noir. 
With me forgiven (I hope), let me surmise my plight and reasoning as to this short entry.
I awoke in the middle of the night, surprised at the effects of nicotine disrupting one’s rest cycle. It has been 2 weeks since I’ve been awaken at this obscene hour. I know I should be sleeping right now, for I am to assist in a photo shoot in the next 10 hours. It will indeed be an ardous shoot, for it is projected to last about 8 hours with me lugging the lighting equipment and such. I look forward in partaking in this event but truly wished I were asleep now rather than spending my time writing this.
Yet there are various thoughts that are going through my head right now. Various thoughts that I want to consider and validate. I’ll just suppress them for now…let those thoughts simmer and boil in the melting pot of my mind until they are ready to be consumed.
Though I would like to mention the one thing that I find disturbing. Disturbing in a sense that even I would ask myself such a thing.
“Who am I?”
I ask myself over and over again. The answers that I’ve given thus far have not satisfied me. So I ask myself again.
“Who am I?”
Until I can truly give a proper answer.
“Who am I?”
To which I will continue asking, lest I ask in response,
“Who are you, asshole?”
