Its 3:30am and you are listening....

.....To new york. I am but one of twelve or thirteen left in 50 stories of concrete and glass. Larry King's ghost has long since left the building.

At this hour there is a surprising amount of avtivity, just from the building herself. The rumble of air handlers. The bump and shake of delivery trucks outside. Even the rythmic clatter of the good-smellums in the mens room across the hall.

A tall dark dead place, rattling with life.

And me.

Tired is a foregone conclusion. Exhaustion to the point of collapse is more likely. The only thing putting one foot in front of the other and opening each eye after each tragically short micro-sleep blink is the scary lab rat amount of caffeine in my body.

But this is life in the big city. Tragically hip.

People who have bought into my bullshit almost as deeply as I have, who rely on me to deliver the impossible...... No problem. Its the normal and possible that are over my head.

So this is life in the big city????? Goodnight New York.

-c