Opening Night at Midnight Roamer

This is it. I've started my blog. Hooray.

It's getting pretty cold, but that's my time of year. The nights are long and I can go out for longer. After midnight, almost nobody goes out. Everyone is asleep, especially once the bars close. That's my kind of time. The only people you meet are just as silent as you are. You can walk out of the dark into the blinding gas station and buy a drink or some food without exchanging a word. At 3 AM no one cares about small talk. No small talk is my kind of small talk. I just wish they'd turn down those damn lights. Fluorescents are cool, but do you have to have so many? It's like the pure white surface of the sun in some of these places, especially the Shell on Eleventh.