And for those poor souls who are nothing more than the walking dead - reanimated zombies moving through life at a pace unseen; dismissed by the living. Strong coffee from early morning until noon, and amber liquor from evening through the dead of night. Other laugh and play and sleep, but not us. We simply exist. Alone with our thoughts in the dead of night no distraction strong enough to counter the narcotic effects of depression & restlessness. Its during these times that true rest, that deepest of sleeps which dredge us up from the depths of our creation - though few and far between, are indeed bliss and remind us that life can be still worth living. I'm on your side dude. And I always will be.