I woke up from another fruitless nap. Sleep had not been kind of late. In fact, life itself had served me up one mean left hook after another. I was hot, sweat dripped from my brow as I pulled myself out of my bed. What time was it? 3:00, 4:00? Did it even matter? I made my way to the sink and splashed some tap water on my face. The cold shock brought me back to reality. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing a slender reflection that definitely needed some shaving cream and a razor.
I pulled open the blinds as I made my way into the front room. The Riviera definitely isn't the Ritz, but it's a place to call home and lay down my pillow. I looked outside at the thick steam rising from the streets sidewalks and streets, and stopped to wonder why thick fog was rising from the streets of Provo, UT. That's when I realized that my life had turned into a 1930s detective movie, and I started to reflect.
PICTURED: NOT PROVO, UTAH
