Midnight Hour

By this time I have already pretty much been up for three days and if not for the usual routine of partying that might coincide with a long mutli-days run the entire experience might have been a bit more fun, instead a cascade of work has fallen into my lap from the long hours amongst the corporate whores attending various medical conferences to the early morning live news reports to the east coast, my chain of consecutive days of posts came to an end, no Joe Dimaggio here or even a Pete Rose, just some who can't deal very well with trying to fall asleep at 8pm, only to wake up at 1:30am, no functional direction only the motivation that I am slowly gravitiating toward some goal that only appears to move further off into the distance. Granted, this exercise here seems to bring that reality closer, very thankful for that, but not this 3am wind storm on the western side of Las Vegas after a day of snow in the upper elevations of the city. It was only a mattter of time before the mild comfortable weather would slowly creep away as the cold artic winds made their presence felt, moving in like an unwanted neighbor, a squatter that after repeated attempts to irratate them to leave only embrace the madness, then begin to turn it around on you until the authorities have to be involved or some sort of aggressive violence. The kind of violence my disturb mind is thriving on at the moment, work will do that to me, why expect any to really care about what they do for a living, it is nothing more than a slight shot of morphine to dull the closing curtain of death, only rising if nothing else to become a nuisance, a chamber orchestra of inept ability bordering on mental retardation.

Some days the odds are stacked against me no matter what kind of positive spin and smile I put on my face, forget it, the dye has been cast long before this day arrived, the only part I played in making it worse was to so willingly give myself up to actions and social pressure I usually tell to fuck off, making things very dark in my mind, half destruction, all pure uncaring nature, which usually takes the work day right down the bar for the remainder of the afternoon if everything falls into place, otherwise, here it comes, a bunch of subnormals who must render in layers of unnecessary input to make the simplist of operations bordering on the complexity of nuclear physics. No much time to hide opinions then, rather just let these people know what is the point of their behavior, to undermind my position, cast me in a bad light as someone who may be incompetent, they may have a point, or just to frivilously pace around throughout the day jotting down notes, spending hours explaining their actions, and finally admitting their decisions might not be the best solution.

Enough, this midnight hour only holds the first cold wind of fall in Las Vegas, a bit late, yet no less uncomfortable, but as these moments for certain things must be endured in order to get a paid education in my line of business, besides the kind of life lessons that are all so plentiful from interacting with strangers, workers, and generally caustic people, whose words take on the form of radioactive waste with a half life of a billion years, while the lights on the Las Vegas Strip grow in size, living in this hotel/condo based city where a portion of the new construction sits empty or unfinished, this once boon town is becoming a ghost town, no matter how many fucking bright lights they put up this city, christmas everyday in this place, so appropriate the holiday season, going green, light up the neon night right out into outer space, even the space station deserves a chance to drowned in the warm glow of an electric centipede frozen in motion, burning through the surface of the earth engulfing itself into the soft sand desert into the hard red rock, dissolving away without character, without voice, and without ever a chance of getting out alive.