I walk the shadows of the world alone. There is no one at night but me. I walk around the streets beside myself and can’t seem to see any other way to be. I hate the day, I hate the sun, I hate the man at the grocery mart. I hate the lady at the bank. I like the guy that works at 7 eleven at night, and I don’t mind the wawa sandwich maker either. I don’t mind the ATM that I frequent at night, and I don’t mind the glorious moonlight that guides my path. Tonight I think I’ll cast a magic spell for luck, so that tomorrow I might stand a better chance.