I am a cliche at the same time i want to stereotyped, I want to be classified. “I keep odd hours” I was explaining to a bartender still clacking away on my laptop as she was trying to close up for the night. I live in a semi legal wooden submarine constructed in the back of an industrial warehouse which never sees the light of day so my natural nocturnal habits have become quite exaggerated. Daylight has become another country. Which is why i was embarrassed and dismayed when a friend of mine pointed out a candid photo of me a local newspaper published while i was enduring an uncharacteristic pre-noon trot under the hated sun. He found it particularly amusing to point out I was described as a Hasid. “Hasidim don’t shave!” I complained. He laughed heartily and cut into the large steak we were sharing in a local tourist attraction. It’s a fair cop I suppose - what’s that Leonard Cohen line? “a lazy bastard living in a suit”? Yeah. Well, it’s not a bad life. First things first- office drones wake you up returning home from work. Open the wine, write down the idea, strain the wine through your teeth, crawl into your clothes, strap on your boots and slink out into the world. Building Halloween tonight we fly-
Terrigoat, F.S.
photo courtesy of Tina Hammersmark
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGVY1wx-_0Q
... On the first day of Halloween ...
