I wear my sunglasses at night

The sun had settled hours ago and the moon shines high and bright. The streets that were covered with people just hours ago lay empty. The only people you see are the night crawlers. The junkies, The whores, The winos,  and the homeless. The night brings about the uglier side of humanity. You are not one of these people, yet you have no choice but to walk amongst them. You want to escape your reality, but are stuck. The only way out is from the toke of the canibus. The first few hit's are the strongest. The smoke burns your lungs and forces it's way out in a violent cough. Your knees begin to tremble as your face turns red. Eventually the coughing stops and the next couple of hits go down smoother. You progressively get higher and higher, and your thought's become more focused. It is at this point where the world does not seem so bad. It is here where you forget. You think your cool all dressed in black with your chest hair peeking and sunglasses shining. The only light you need to protect your eyes from are the street lamps, which are dimmed or flickering. You pass up the people you are escaping from. They stare at you and know. And you know that they know.  It's no matter though  because you lose yourself in thought. Your in a place where your imagination runs rampant. Anything that can happen will happen. You keep your music on high and a cigarette to lift you higher.  Your music and your sunglasses become a barrier. Nothing can enter or escape it. In this barrier giants roam the streets, Vigilantes slay the wicked, Tree's rise from the sewers, and the world moves through the beat of your ipod. You want the world to know that your flying high above it. You want people to look at you in question. In this state, your no longer just a man, but the epitome of rebellion. No one can get to you.  you walk past a couple of officers and don't even bother to remove the shades. They don't even try to question you. You know that they know and that's all that matters. You are at peace and for the most part the world accepts you.. sunglasses and all.