While going through some old documents, bringing up some old stuff, and creating an awesome nostalgia storm on facebook. I found this bit of writing, entitled \u201cIt\u2019s late at night.\u201d I wrote it about 3 years ago, and I think it was suppose to be a longer story, like something of a late night slice of life story. But I didn\u2019t synopses or notes back then, and I\u2019ve completely forgot what I was writing. Sad, Looking back I think it may have been a cool story. Giving my new life situation, I may find some new inspiration for this, and might re-write it. Until then, enjoy some \u201cA Place Where Nothing Happens\u201d era writing.:<\/p>\n
It\u2019s late at night, I\u2019m restless. I feel like I want to do something, but I can\u2019t place my finger on what. I remember I have a deposit I need to write down in my checkbook. It\u2019s not what I want to do, but it\u2019s something I need to do. I don\u2019t work, not in the traditional sense of the word. I started a store on a press-on-demand service sometime ago. It\u2019s a hit, I get thousands from it. Thousands for nothing. \u201cMoney for nothing. . .And your checks for free.\u201d. I don\u2019t understand it myself, It\u2019s nothing more then witty sayings. Things that come out of normal conversation, or from mere observations. It\u2019s not like they\u2019re special, but people buy the crap for some reason. It wouldn\u2019t be up there if my friends didn\u2019t convince to put them up. It\u2019s not like I\u2019m complaining, I\u2019m paying my bills with it, I just don\u2019t get why so many would waste their money it, especially in these times. I walk over to the window, and look towards the tree-line, highlighted by the glow of the city miles away. I\u2019ve spent many nights just staring off in that direction, I don\u2019t think about the medium sized city, I don\u2019t think about the woods full of dear and coyotes. My mind turns to most serious thoughts in my memory. My work, my true work. Writings rich and full, at least in my eyes, hided away in my desk. One day I\u2019ll publish them, one way or another. I don\u2019t need some big company, they\u2019re obsolete to writers and artist with self publishing online services. Promotion is the key.<\/strong>
\n So many nights staring out into the dark world, why stay here? Why not go out? I\u2019m no longer a child, I may come and go as I please. Who\u2019s business is it that I\u2019m out in the middle of the night? The police? Bah, I\u2019m sober, I carry nothing illegal with me, and I\u2019m awake and suitable to drive, I have nothing to fear. I grab my coat and my effects. I get into my car, the start of the engine has a welcoming sound, like the vehicle itself is anxious to go. And I\u2019m off into the night.<\/strong><\/p>\n-Michael A. Nolan. Copyrighted 2009-2013.<\/strong><\/p>\n
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While going through some old documents, bringing up some old stuff, and creating an awesome nostalgia storm on facebook. I found this bit of writing, entitled \u201cIt\u2019s late at night.\u201d I wrote it about 3 years ago, and I think … Continue reading