I used to love the small hours. For a time, I lived most of my life between midnight and five in the morning. The substantial bits, at least. Now I feel quite miserable if I stay up past eleven. To be fair, I was a meth addict back then. I’d rather be early to bed than early to the grave, so I’m definitely better off now.

I didn’t really begin this post with any direction or purpose in mind, but it’s served well in temporarily preventing me from wasting time on social media. I suppose I’ll head back to bed and try to get some sleep. I don’t know if it’s stress that’s been messing with me lately, but I could do with a proper rest.

Hope everyone is doing well. Bye for now.

J.C. “Mongo” Lloyd