the night, they say, was made for schnitzel

jazz radio, late night, everyone else asleep. Sometimes I'm selfish enough to think that all of life should be this way: other humans isolated from me via the Internet Wall of Damp Cotton, music at my disposal, a beer and a chunk of cheese and bread handy.

This lasts until I wake up the next morning and want to go harass another human.

I want what I don't want!