I don’t think Hank done it that a way.
One more night of work, then I am off for a few days…so many freakin things to do though. Nightshift makes one crazy, the world sleeps and dreams, and parties and fucks and nestles into the security that someone is powering the world and protecting them in their slumber. I ride home in the morning when the world wakes up. I go to bed while the wolrd is enjoying a contenital breakfest at Holiday Inn express with a USA today and memories of deviant behaviors the night before. I leave a trail of my gym bag, lunch cooler, clothes, motorcycle gear, up to my bed and try to remember to pee before I crash into my pillow, only to wake up not sure what time of day it is or what day it is. It screws with your head and causes a resentful craziness that wants me to start walking west, or north, or east…no matter, just keep walking until hunger overcomes my insanity and sleep deprevation until someone puts me on an IV, turns on old episodes of WKRP in Cincinnati and closes the door.
I just want to run, ride my motorcycle and catch up on sleep. I guess who don’t right? I have three books started, but I guess I can finish them this winter when I’m not working on the farm.
It’s getting ready to storm, it’s cloudy and the sky is menancing…time for a run.
Turn out the light when you close the door please.