Uneasy Riser

I don’t need a rooster to wake me in the morning. My cock is the sun (hehehehe)

Everyday I wake up the moment the sun comes over the mountains (did you know that the suburbs of NYC are all mountains?) like a troop of boyscouts singing a hiking song (why do they do that? Do trees like music?). In the winter it’s not so bad, but for the past two months, I’ve been waking up at 5, even 4:30. Today I was up at 5:15. My brain is boiled like an authentic bagel (no steaming!!!!)

Heck this heckin nons...