Three O'clock in the morning comes and Stephanie and I find ourselves drifting around the neighborhood taking pictures of anything. The only people out are the drunks or the homeless shoveling through piles of trash looking for plastic bottles for tomorrow's fix.
It's the next morning and the memory is faded from the night before. I imagine my hippocampus must look something like a turd after 20 days of little sleep and playing the Wii in a high tech carnival atmosphere.
But we had fun and that's all that counts.
