Five am. I'm still up.
I kind of wanted this to be a somewhat intellectual blog, you know? A place where all of us, meaning you, could gather on the rather expansive balcony of my lofty Petersburg penthouse, some with whiskey on rocks, some with gourmet coffees... still others with orange juice...
Squeak our expensive leather shoes on the icy marble occasionally, watch the white nights of the far north and discuss politics, religion, philosophy, and the internetz.
I still want it to be that place.
I really really do.
Just sometimes... when you're all gone and I'm here alone...
I climb naked onto one of the decorative marble posts in the wee hours of the morning and shelter my muddy espresso from the biting wind and giggle.
Is this how a grown man should behave? Probably not.
This is why this is the internet.
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