Duality.Black.Rayban.

06:20
Johnson, wake up Johnson.
Oh, what the hell. Ain't it only 6 in the morning? Johnson , come on.
The unfamiliar voice kept ringing through my head, as if this city ain't crazy enough, now it's creeping right into my head.

06:25
Can't beat the nagging voice in my head, might as well wake up and beat it to a pulp. I reached for my cell just in case it's not my head and realized it wasn't even turned on in the first place. Now , that's funny. I have a random phantom roaming around my place? Didn't know the nightmare before Christmas came early this December. Life's full of surprises ain't it? Know that old saying about when life keep giving you salt? or was it lemons? Just shut up and be glad that least it's edible. I took a quick glance at my watch

06:30
God turned on the switches, the sun rise gently and everything snapped to life slowly. Everything except me. Rough night, insomnia and enough problems to write an Autobiography and now somebody had to brutally turn on my switch.
"Alright, who the hell was that?" "Before I get real mad and start shooting at dark spots in my room."

Total silence.
Despite the god-given sunrise, I switch on all the switches just to be sure that I don't miss a single dark spot yet there' still nobody in sight.

"So, we're playing hide and seek now eh?"
"Alright, house rule, whoever being found gets a complementary lead buffet for free, how you like that?"
I reached for the .45 under my bed and praise myself for being wise enough to hide one.One mad man. One .45 under the bed and every cupboard and door opened. Still no one in sight. Now, I'm really pissed but my senses came back. The truth is, if that somebody wanted to hurt me or so, I could easily be dead now.

"Damn, so what is it? "Oh god Johnson, looks like this Duality job of yours is indeed driving you to the edge."
I took a deep breathe and sat on my bed to think this through. How the hell do they do that man? How did Stephen King maintain a life and write a horror story that sells faster than hotcakes? Ever since I tried to paint dark imagery that sells like a compliment beside the hotcake, I'm having all sort of issues. It's like every single time I tried to lead a normal happy life and still trying to get my fingers into the 'darkness' , they'll exploit me with a price higher than the yearly taxes. Every time a major setback hits my life , a part of me dies with it , it's coming to the point that I'm going to have nothing left to die with it. Let's not even start counting how many setbacks hits my life. I hate going down that memory lane.

07:00
I took a quick look at the clock and realized I've been playing with myself for too long. Time to really get up Johnson. Maybe that's a hint from God. So I went to wash up and open my wardrobe full of black clothes. Hey , what do you know? No need to pick. Entertaining myself with that little bit of pathetic humor and putting on my pair of RayBan , I decided to go meet the real world.
"Ok , John , Say hello to the day where craziness is the only thing being sane in the city."

07:15
Note: Good morning ladies and gentlemen, J. wanted to describe an early morning a little crazier than the usual. Hope you enjoy it.