At midnight I am usually outside doing my 'thing'. Put it this way: Nobody says to me "GOOD dog, BIG boy! You waited until we let you outside!" As they would pat me on the back, shoulders, and then feed me. You gotta own four legs to get that kind of treatment.
Also I speak with the growing things, tell them "Good Night!" etc. I used to talk with grass while walking on it. I'd apologize to the blades of the glades, as if by walking on them I was hurting them. I believe still today that some sort of feeling is involved, maybe pain.. No guys! I am NOT 'doing' acid...
|LAST NIGHT MIDNIGHT|
|SEVEN HOURS LATER...WAKE-UP CALL!|