The alarm is blasting "Come As You Are" as I sandwich my head between the mattress and pillow. The sun's up too early and my neighbor won't stop honking the horn. It's a battle I always lose... There's too much to do today... How can I get any of it done if I can't even get out of bed?
I'm practically sleepwalking, as I pry my eyes open with my hands, trying to get ready for the day. My friends would assume I'm still asleep as I regularly miss spots shaving, mismatch clothes, and my hair is always out of place. I only
pay attention to that kind of stuff when it makes a difference. Even then, I think twice.
It's feast or famine with the #72 North bus; either three come at once or none at all. Everyone refuses to stand beyond the rear exit making it seem more full than it really is. Roberto Clemente students get off at Western and the workers, like myself, at Damen for the Blue Line train downtown. I skim the Red
eye paper for news and gossip until I reach the Loop. When I get out of the subway, I enjoy the
sun because I may not see it for eight or so hours. A small price to pay for ambition and the desire to do something good.
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