Monologue of the vagrant Chp2

Gah buggerit and whatnot.1

I hear talk of the economic booms, the raging growth, the next big thing, yeah, I hear of it. That is to say it keeps me up at night but not in the way of my mind tossing and turning wondering if it'll be alright, these streets just never shut up.2

Maybe I will travel, now THERE'S a plan. Visit Egypt, Denmark, ATHENS! The great pantheons of the unappreciated Gods, ahh now there's something that intrigues my mind, something that sends blood to the heart. I wonder if Dionysus himself would bless me with some company, take this old battered shell for one last bash, and i can waltz with Nephite in the moonlight, and sleep for once, with no pain. Ah now there's a God this man needs, dear old Morpheus, I hear they tried to stuff him into some movie last year, the Dominatrix i believe, made three of 'em too. What a culture, we'll blaspheme the Gods we don't believe in, its OK. I wonder what Descartes would say about that.3

There is one thing I like about these nights, and for all the wrong's this makes it so right. Use to be big I did, high up! That is before she passed, couldn't face it from that point out, the hustle, the bustle, the couples in the streets, the people with company, who the hell were they to enjoy what i'd so tragically lost. But these nights, you get company, the odd creature, coming out of it's den in search of food away from the prying eyes of the city. I wish i was it, he has to ignore the people, the people have to ignore me. 4

What a world. And now i sleep.5