Itís the absolute truth, I wake up every morning at 2:12am. Although to show what an imperfect machine the body is - sometimes itís as late as 2:14. Wherever I am I wake up. Why this time? I donít know. Was it the time I was born? No one remembers. Will it be the time I die? No one can say. Unless thereís a murderer out there somewhere with a stop watch. But as Iím typing Iím thinking of when I was 19 and I worked loading trucks at night for Canada Dry I remember one night driving my ten speed home from work and seeing a big clock over the packing plant that read 2:12. Maybe itís the time that people like us are up, awake, thinking those thoughts, while others sleep, cuddled in their beds, sleeping in their homes and their house shirts. Either way, as I get older, I like being awake.