For years, for thousands of hours, he worked with the insect. It learned to walk across a miniature high wire, ride a tiny one-wheel bike, and balance on a pair of stilts. At the deli, he brought out his trick fly. On cue, it started moonwalking. In one swift motion, the man reached for his copy of the local newspaper, rolled it up and squished the fly with a mighty swipe.
Blasted things are everywhere.
The problem with loving to work in the peaceful quiet of the dead of night is that when morning finally makes its dreaded appearance, you're tired. When the silent night is vanquished by the rising sun, the world can seem a noisy, grinding place. After a long night of writing, I caught a few hours of sleep only to have my wife awaken me from a deep, cozy slumber. She needed a ride to work. I dragged my groggy corpse out of bed, threw some color uncoordinated clothes on, managed to find my ever elusive car keys, and taxied my love to work.