The trains come to visit me every hour or so. They seem to go west then east then west again. I don't really think about where they're going, all I wonder is how much of a mess one of those could make if it were to be derailed like you see in those bankruptcy commercials.

I fell off of my bike twice, once I'll blame on my sore muscles. The other, there's not really much to it, I hit a soft patch and couldn't pedal thru. All the work I had put into getting into shape to get better looking and to live a little longer, all of that made no dramatic appearance fueled by adrenaline. I just kind of toppled over. On the second fall I just looked at the stars and realized nothing. I know why I fell, I knew it would hurt, and I knew that there was little I could do. All I could think about was about cracking my helmet.

If there were people around I might have laughed honestly and wholeheartedly, but alone there was little in terms of humor. All I could think about was that dog in the background howling at me triggered earlier by my weak light and musics playing on the phone. So I layed there next to some steal pipe maybe treated by asbestos material. I didn't think much of it, I figured I've fucked my lungs up smoking those reds more than a few PPM of asbestos ever could.

I layed there kind of hoping something interesting would happen, that's when I got up, dusted myself off and kept going on my path. My knee was bleeding and my elbow was pulsing in pain, but all I wanted to do was get back to my regular shoes.

Now sitting here I can hardly wait for my shift to be over. I'm not necessarily sure why as I'll probably be doing more of the same at home.

All I can think now is how much time I've lost and how much more I'm going to lose. I'd seize the day, but there's little to do when you got no cash or …