  They may or may have gone to sleep by the time the sun was up. I heard them screwing around at dawn, but that could have been due to the light pouring in from the wall of windows that line the living rooms east side. In any case, theyre up now after having slept out there. Probably tired from watching the soft core that I remember being a part of the pay channels late-night fare. Now doing what all kids are so talented at; flipping through the channels. Its a dreary, damp day outside, demanding that I use my headlights and wipers on my quick trip to the center of town for a coffee.
My car, however immaculate from a recent wash, looks plainly like the hired help in this area. Except that theres no truck bed filled with rakes and lawn clippings. It may be my hometown around here, but I sure as shit dont fit in as a grown adult with no job. Im inspired to get down to business with some serious writing today, but I dont have my materials with me. Or rather, I do, but I dont want to launch into a complicated session of introspection and reflection without the comfort of my usual set-up at home. The chair, the view, the solitude. Next best thing: get back into Richter and work to sum up my studies at CSUSM. That, I came prepared to do. 
