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Late Night Jitters

August 25, 2012

There's the impossibility of living in the present, without a tug from your memories.

Many prefer to forget the past, as to try to feel no pain. While the idea is favorable.
To want to forget the past is, to reject the idea of learning from your experiences.
That is why people who try to forget all their past are left empty shells.

My favorite memories are soft and creamy, the atmosphere itself is aloof and distant, things are only visible by moonlight or
florescent street lamps, a tranquil combination of nature and machine. The people trying desperately to stay awake but remain quiet because their sleepy, you simply enjoy their presence.
The settings seem all to strange to be written down years later on a computer.
Similar feeling different place.
1. Driving to Tea Station by Miramar in SanDiego
2. Eating Korean BBQ, at convoy street at 12am in the Morning in an empty restaurant.
3. Sitting on the hood of the car, looking out at the beach, pitch black.
4.Driving home from LA, while listening to smooth jazz, like in the old school detective movies.
5.Watching TV at 1am in strange hotels.
6. Not exactly the act of eating cake with friends, frozen yogurt, or sushi, but those few seconds of excitement as
your walking from the car to the restaurant.
7. Having known people during the only time that they would be nice in their lifetime.
It's funny how a million good experiences seem like relatively nothing, or rather uneventful.

I woke up,
"Whats wrong", My girlfriend asked urgently.
"I..I..need the nurse, call the nurse"
She quickly pages the nurse, to which the nurse quickly rushes in.
"whats wrong"?
I reply, "everything is moving so fast"
I don't know if that's exactly what I said, but it's what I remember, a room spinning at a hundred miles per hour.
And she reply's as if I had asked her a philosophical question,
"What do you mean?" rather confused.
I'm dying on the forth floor and you want me to tell you what I mean.
What actually happened at that very moment was, I had woken up from a terrible nightmare were I was turning into a werewolf, the procedure quite painful, bone shifting, and fangs growing out of my mouth, while my head was convulsing in agony. Unfortunately for me, I woke up from a nightmare and into hallucination, so when the nurse came my concept of reality and logic were probably the farthest things from my mind.
In the end I grabbed my IV stumbled across the room to the bathroom, and threw up all the nightmares and hallucination's.