Reading Magnifico's journal

I've always been strange about sleep. It just never came quite so naturally as it seems to for other people.
Doctor tells me that I have a biochemically imbalanced something or another. Something to do with my pineal gland and circadian rhythms.
Either way, I love walking around my neighborhood at night. Especially since a gas station was erected not a quarter of a mile from my home. I'll walk down, purchase a Red Bull or a Mountain Dew (product placement!) or something else carbonated and caffeinated, and stroll around the neighborhood.

I hate curfews. And cops who get pissy about curfews.
"Boy, what are you doing out this late?" Germantown cop. (God only knows why the wanker is in Memphis. No jurisdiction. . .)
"Ah? Sorry. Just walking down to the Shell."
"You know there's a curfew? You ain't s'posed to be out this late."
"Sorry, sir. I just don't sleep well, and I'm kinda thirsty. I didn't think I was hurting anyone. . ." I'm getting a bit perturbed, right?
"Well, you best get on home a'fore I take you to the station."

Like I'm harming anybody by purchasing ungodly quantities of taurine, L-carnitine, and guarana.
There's too much goddamned testosterone in this town.

Thbbbbt

This post was edited by Magnifico on Jul 08, 2003.