It is later than I think it is.  It always gets that way, the day squeezing itself into a vice, chipping corners off its knees in the process, not even taking time to open the jaws properly, just forcing itself in like some blood-shot insulin crazed piece of greasy soft wood.  The sun is coming down as I sit down to my desk, coming through a dirty window right into my eyes and I know I am going to wish I had closed that blind but that is when I realize the Snake is sitting across the room from me.