It's 5:09 a.m. and the sound of Gwen Staffani is ringing in my alarm clock. Screw her.
There's no traffic on the road, but it smells like garbage in the parking lot.
The scurry of crack heads on Madison is ramped.
I just fell asleep a little at my keyboard. Let's kill this morning!
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