Horns, Horns, Horns

Today started out as any other regular morning. I was woken up by car horns, and just figured it was something in the city, but then I realized they sounded a bit loud to be all the way in the city. That is when  I looked out my window and sure enough it was right in front of me 22 floors down. There was a huge traffic jam with an 18 wheeler from Piggly Wiggly stuck in the round about in front of Finche Point with cars backed up two blocks trying to get through. You already learned that I live on the top floor of Finche Point, I work at Queens place where I am a bouncer. I always get up around 8 or 9 because I have sleep apnea which means I cant sleep very much and I like to do things during the day instead of sleeping it away anyway. I go into work at 9 p.m. and get home around 5 a.m.