I should change my name to Insomnia. Then people could call me Nia for short. So, yeah here I sit in the den of iniquity at 12:30a.m. I guess that really isn't too late and I shouldn't be bitching about it but this situation will probably get worse. I will probably still be sitting here with my eyes glued to this computer screen (which is really nothing more then a sexed up television) two hours later. Insomnia is like a movie theatre but its one of those multi, mega-plex monstrosities of capitalism. Pretty soon the local Wal-Mart is going to include the movie multi-plex as well as the grocery store. They won't be satisfied until they incorporate whole towns into their stores. They already have banks and McDee's...I am sure they will have the Wal-Mart Metro area in some place soon.
Sorry about the tangent but you'll have to be patient with me. I have an amazing amount of medication coursing through the intersections of my veins and arteries. Anyway, the only thing is that these movies are all rolling without anyone behind the projectors. Tonight is the double feature: red, itchy, tired eyes on the lead-off movie and the feature being: wide awake, crack-head, anxious brain. Grab a good bag of greasy popcorn and enjoy the insanity.
So, guess what is one my mind at this hour? Diego the Postman (I don't think he would would go ape-shit on me if he knew I mentioned him on here). After all, he is the best god damn postal servant I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Him and I shoot the shit all the time and we have the greatest convo's. He is kind of like my barber, personal banker, best friend, neighbor, therapist and consiliari all rolled into one. If you don't know what a consiliari is then you need to go out and rent "Godfather", "Goodfellas" and "Casino" right now. I meant it...GO!! What are you still doing here reading this?! Go rent "The Godfather" and watch it. I'll be here when you get back. And don't think I won't know if you didn't watch it. I have cameras in your house. Yeah, that got your attention, huh? I have a camera in your computer and in your t.v. room (wink). Don't encourage the crazy man...this only gets worse. But seriously folks...I don't have any cameras in your house. I think everyone is spying on ME. I spend some serious man hours looking for "bugs" and cameras. I don't have the time to waste spying on you.
Anywho, Diego and I cover everything from politics to spirituality. Its just so damn nice to have a good connection with the someone in your neighborhood. Although technically I guess he would be considered a quasi-member of the neighborhood. I bet he knows more about this neighborhood though then anyone else. Its just like the janitors in school. Remember "The Breakfast Club?" Yeah, don't piss us working class stiffs off i'm telling ya. Workers of the world UNITE!! I am giving him a tip this christmas.
I just hope that they don't switch his route out because then I think I will do something really crazy like rip out my mail box and refuse to receive mail ever again. Or maybe I'll just pee on the mail every time it arrives. I'd give the new guy/girl a chance but they'd have to really impress me. Like spin plates and have a break dancing monkey who then hands me the mail after the routine and then barks out, "What chu talking bout Willis?!" Every now and then Diego gets sick or something and they have this phony replacement guy. I'm sure he's a nice enough guy but I don't trust him. I always give him "the look." He doesn't seem like the kind of guy that I could talk about deep subjects with such as right-wing conspiracy theories and why the plants talk to me. You know, important stuff that you could only share with your postal delivery person. Hmmm...Now I sense I've gone too far with the plant remark.
Anywayyyyyy, I hope that you have top notch postal service but if you don't; you can't have Diego...sorry.