I’m a night person. I’ve always loved the night.
My mind revs when it’s late, when most people have gone to sleep. Thoughts churn inside my head. I feel more creative under seclusion of the night.
It’s like a secret I have in common with few other people … like addicts sharing their drugs.
Las Vegas lends itself to those kinds of people. People like me.
There’s a liberation of sorts … the kind of freedom that anonymity provides. And I feel like I can move unnoticed through the darkness, viewing the slumbering world through voyeuristic eyes.
It’s still. I’m all that moves.
This time belongs to me. Like a secret.