Regardless of your status, gender or race, in the darkness we're the same. The city sleeps, the wind remains and crooks begin their day. Sleeping is something you must, but why? If I could live my life without any sleep, I would happily do so. Just seems like such a waste..
I choose to abandon my bed to join the wrong doers, party animals and night creatures. Regrettably the front door is loud, loud enough to awaken me when someone opens it by night time, and I live in the pent house. Ah, nothing to do about it, just hope the Sandman stuck around to help those I'll awaken once more.
The road from my apartment down towards the local pub is steep. Thankfully it's a one way road, which means I only have to pay attention to the cars coming my way, and can walk in the middle of the road, instead of on the 50 cm broad side walk.
No cars interfere my journey, so I reach the pub faster than expected. An elderly man, smokes a cigarette alone by a table, and I would guess he is a regular here. He has on a nice jacket, but his face looks worn and old. He smiles at me as I approach him, allowing me to count all of his 3 teeth. "I can't offer you anything to drink, cause my pockets are empty. What I can offer however, is a story that will make the hairs on your back stand up. All for the price of your company, and maybe another beer".
I recently saw a movie where the main character was forced into saying yes a bit more often, and had since started agreeing a bit more myself. Going with the flow you might say, seeing where the road takes me, so how could I turn down his offer? I had nothing better to do, and all it cost me was one beer.
I returned to the old man shortly with a beer in one hand and a large glass of water in the other. I rarely drank alcohol and preferred being sober, especially whilst not being at home. Some might call me boring or not willing to live life to its fullest, but I don't see it that way. I can appreciate life more without being intoxicated.
His eyes were sharp, and he had these glasses on which sort of belonged there. Like the head lights of a truck, his eyes took in and registered everything he saw. There must be more to this man than just meets the eye. Maybe his story will good after all..
