doing it for the thrill
I feel as if I never have a breath. Or, maybe, my days are so doled out to journalism that I find that I live in the moment now more than ever. 6am to 8pm days. Sleeping in an extra 5 minutes is a luxury. Or, when I realize I have another 15 minutes till the bus arrives in front of campus, another 15 minutes to read LOTR, is a feeling of indulgence. When does it stop? I suppose in my mind there's a fridge full of food and friendly faces for Thanksgiving break when I get back home. Even a few days of no obligations would be welcomed but not as appreciated as in the past. It'll only take that much time to get the momentum back. Laying out my days by the hour weeks in advance. Well either way I can't wait for whatever happens.
I miss some spot news by a hair, hearing the loud clacking of a tazer as I walked out of Civic Center Muni. My heart was pounding as I got across the cross walk with my hands fumbling through my bag to load my memory card. I was so close too. But the bloody fight had been broken and subdued. Bummer.
I miss some spot news by a hair, hearing the loud clacking of a tazer as I walked out of Civic Center Muni. My heart was pounding as I got across the cross walk with my hands fumbling through my bag to load my memory card. I was so close too. But the bloody fight had been broken and subdued. Bummer.