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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.