May Contain Blueberries

the sometimes journal of Jeremy Beker

During my nighttime contemplation time (2-4am), a realization occurred to me. My neighbors must be afraid of the dark. Or maybe bizarre initiates in the church of illuminating the night. A strange sect that embraces the modern technology of 200 watt halogen lamps to drive away the heathen demons of the night.

I on the other hand am being persecuted for my belief that it should be dark at night. Lighting the dark when performing task is perfectly acceptable, but I seriously doubt the 5 houses around ours all had people performing yard-work at 3am. So I sat in bed and looked angrily at the shadows that are being cast all through the room from my dark-fearing neighbors contemplating how likely I would be to hit the bulbs if I owned a bb gun.