clayhornik | (no subject)

I wasn't going to post this, but Natalia told me I should. Like taking her advice is a good thing...
This was written at the bar in the Madison Hotel saturday night Still need to finish a bit on the circus I started Friday morning.

The scary man large man in an unseasonable summer evening gown has left the building... thank god. There are bits and pieces of weirdness that have crept back into my life lately. I blame Rogue and Natalia, equally. There's a world out there, where stuff happens. Crazy stuff, all the time. Like hearing oracular pronouncements based on the themes and entertainments of the circus, with over seventy-five percent accuracy.
Like bar hopping and ending up at the northern most tip of Norfolk, having breakfast at three in the morning, composing songs until just before daybreak.
The problem in building a carefully balanced life is that it doesn't take much to send it spinning out of orbit. And wanting more.
Right now, I should be at home, in my comfy chair, surfing the net. Not in a bar, enduring dance music.
In my world, I don't see bodies prone on the sidewalk at midnight, red and blue flashing lights the swift response of constabulary. I don't walk down the street, having a chance encounter with an old college classmate. My world is boring and predictable. That's how I want it. But I'm afraid I've lost it.
Nightworld has different rules, and different rhythms
Fuck. I'm feeling lost right now. I got less than four hours sleep last night. That does something twonky to me.
Natalia does something twonky to me. Last time she entered my life, I ended up in Richmond, snuck into a hotel room, just two blocks from a CNN covered crime scene.
New Order's playing on the sound system.
Damn. I hate this so much. All I want is solitude and quiet. But there's something... exciting.
Last night, I saw a man get his foot run over. Natalia and co. went to go see Monster tonight. For the first time in weeks, I don't feel like one. All this chaos, Natalia, Rogue, the circus.
Every time Natalia shows up, my life turns into a Jonathan Demme movie, including, but not limited to Something Wild, Married to the Mob, and, oddly enough, Stop Making Sense. I expect one day, we'll encounter gunplay. And you know, I'm actually looking forward to it.