There have been minor changes and events in life lately since I'd been back. But right now, I just want to remember. I'm starting this blog at 2:12AM. No clubbing, no bar, no alcohol in my system. I did however drink coffee at 9PM.


Timineri went to bed pretty early today. I couldn't sleep so I took a long walk. I enjoyed a cool night breeze as oppose to the 100 degree weather we had today. I received random drunk text messages from those who I haven't even met while new, young, hip, and not legal enough to drink gays passed me in packs; then one by one. I saw myself in these young kids as I was many years ago. Every year that passes by brings another line across the palm of my hands, another crease underneath my eyes, and more secrets that should never be told.


I took a drive to the South side only to meet fragments of my past. Exiting Laguna Blvd., events roughly came together like forgotten puzzle pieces. It was after a long night of work on big project for an important client and I just wanted to race home. The air was moist and ground was wet as I sped up to 90mph; ignoring the rain smashing against my windshield on New Year's Eve. Not more than spending a millisecond at 90mph, the sirens sounded as blue and red lights reflected against my rear view mirrors. I pulled over and rolled down my windows.


"Do you know how fast you were going?" I first noticed his sharp blue eyes, then his badge: Christopher Moore.


"Yes, sir. For speeding," I replied not caring how much the ticket was going to be.


"Do you know what the speed limit?" He asked.


"45?" I posed my answer as a question.


"Try 35mph..." He replied in his stern voice.


"Do you know how fast you were going?" he continued.


"90?" I again, posed my answer as a question.


"Yes! In the rain! Well, at least you're honest..." the officer said.


Yes, I am a darn honest person. I was quite proud when he acknowledges that fact as my face lit up like the bursting fireworks in the air.


"Wow... Officer Christopher Moore," was all I could think of in my head.


After he returned with my speeding ticket, not only did I sign on the X, I also wrote down my phone number next to it which was not required.


"Was there a reason why you were going so fast?" He curiously asked.


I told him the truth. "It was a very stressful 13 hr day at work and I just wanted to get home..." I looked him in the eye like an idiot and continued, "I think I need to find new friends to reduce my stress... You now have my number."


He had a blank look on his face without a response. He had a half smile for a split second then said, "Well you get home safe..."


A week later I recieved a phone call from a number I did not recognized. "Xplicit Designs, this is Bill..." I used to answer.


"..."


"Hello?" I asked after not hearing anything.


"Hey, this is Chris..." the gentleman on the other end finally replied.


"Chris who?" I impatiently asked. My time was very valuable.


"Chris Moore. The guy that pulled you over a week ago..." he responded.


...The rest is mystery. The many mysterious events that occurred throughout my life, it's secrets must be kept in order for its memories to survive.


After hearing the voice of yesterday unravel:


"I love what I do..."


"I gave my mother your number in case I don't return..."


"Let me take you to dinner. I'm coming home. I owe you 4 months of sushi!"


"Music of Linkin Park has gotten me through a lot. Especially, 'In The End'..."


"My term is going to expire in 2006! Then no more. Then just us..."


"You still fit so perfectly even after all these years..."


"You know I can't say it because of the circumstance. But I do feel "it" for you. I do... you know..."


I then put the memories back in its place, and then started to drive home.