...TOGETHER WE SYMBOLIZE THE GLOBAL ENERGY NETWORK, WHICH WOULD LINK ALL THE CONTINENTS AND COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD INTO ONE INTERDEPENDENT, INTERWOVEN WEB OF SHARED POWER AND RESOURCES....
"Danial?" The second shift Sergeant. John Davidson."Yes?"
"You can go, if you want. We can shut the place down."
"Oh yes, thank you!"
The continents of my brain need sleep. The oceans of my body need rest.
I've been here all day long. Longer even than the cops, who are working twelve-hour shifts, and getting paid overtime, to boot.
What the hell was I thinking? Can I do this for another four days? Yes, I can, the pen says, itching in my hand, writing these final notes of the last hour of free speech day #1.
There is something greater coming up in me. It may not result in any kind of "great writing" - no, I am far too egotistical, far too self-indulgent. But it will be good for me. And I hope that somewhere, somehow, someone else will enjoy the little stories I am beginning to tell here.
I understand now. I thought I was only doing this as an excuse to do something for the Convention, something I thought was "politically correct."
But no. I am doing this because it is "selfishly correct." Go ahead, slam me or agree with me. Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. I am having too much fun; yes, as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again! Not after the banquet I smell being prepared for you, for me, for him, and for her.
I shall be bored. I shall be excited. Just like today.
But I shall eat and drink and make merry. In my hours here, and in my words on these pages. After this, I might never have another such time as this. I may die tonight, or tomorrow, but now I am here! At this one, unique - but small - moment in history.
It's a damn good thing they aren't paying me for this. Only a volunteer could have such power of control over my own life.
Hey - what can they do? Fire me?
(Well, yes, I suppose they could....)
Tomorrow Morning - Hour One, Day Two - Democrats..