The hands of his watch proudly displayed the time over a large emblem that read “1 GB”. It was 9:45. Hardly early. Demo began to sit and think about a mantra he regularly proclaimed all those late nights forging something form nothing in front of his computer; “No Rest for the Wicked”. He hadn’t been wicked lately. Going to bed at midnight, waking up at 10am. His actions were that of a lazy house cat. But all things come to an end.
Recently, Demo had scored a job writing code for a datacenter and Monday was his first day on the task. Its funny how a mundane task such as getting up at an early hour can be so exciting to someone who hasn’t dealt with an hour so early in over 5 years. The idea of beating the sun off the line, and working out of an office on State street (down town Ann arbor) was all Demo had wanted, and more. His high caffeine, low sleep diet had returned, and so did the spark. He had gotten to comfortable with no bounds to restrain him.
No Rest for the Wicked.
-Demo
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