1:42a: receive fone call from strange nuumber while coming out of REM sleep. who's calling at 2am i'm not answering. but remember that one time a friend called a bunch of people at 2am in great need and no one answered and he nearly died? yeah, oh shit, pick it up.
is in fact someone in great need, but not someone i thought would call me during such times. wonder why this is a recurring theme, put on clothing, leave. tell roommate i'll be back, don't lock the door from the inside. drive far.
2:06a: call kid, fone is dead? seek him out in my terrible clothing, my dirty hair in fluorescent lights. success, he's thankful, so thankful, "you're a saint", etc etc.
2:10a roommate says: "i love you, home in bed, door is unlocked". Good! I am a hero! I am loved and kind and dependable! drive far again. drop him off, receive strange poem as thanks. drive home.
2:42a: unlock door to apartment, door doesn't open. door is, in fact, locked from the inside. fuck. bang on the door.
2:49-3:00a: call roommate six times, bang on door and wall all the while. neighbor comes out, pissed as shit. great.
3:03a: text good insomniac friend. make plans to crash at his place. cool, great, be right over. what a strange night. leave again.
3:12a-3:30a: make a quick stop at circle k to buy cigarettes for insomniac and myself -- tonight warrants a couple cigarettes, i think. The renowned Nancy of Belmont Boulevard's own circle k takes great interest in my license ("needs to be renewed soon"). Attempt to make friendly small talk as Nancy is a curmudgeon and it's fun. She's actually into it and pulls out a phone book to look where I can get my emissions test done. I am amazed, this is simply unheard of. She looks for a while - maybe she's a good human, after all. Thank her for her efforts, etc etc.
3:36a: arrive at good friend's house. it's dark. that's fine. smoke a cigarette on his porch while i wait for him to unlock the door. think about all the locked doors i've come into recently. think about the strange chain of events. it becomes evident that the insomniac is asleep. good, fine, insomniacs need sleep. drive back home.
4:04a: settle in the lobby of my apartment. write this post. feel tired, strange, unlucky. feel anxious about the long day that has to start soon. wonder if there's anything to be learned from tonight - probably not.
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