I'm just a graveyard security guard for some sales place. AH....... SIlence after 12 a.m. I get to go through the many cubicles of the many salesmen who stare into the sun from the view of there windows looking down onto the jungles of los angeles. They make their way in at 4 in the morning. There empty cubicles smell of cigarette buds and starbucks coffee. They want to change the world, yet they only stare into the sun. I walk alone at night and almost feel like I'm connectively part of the sales team. When some of their offices I have passed by, I see they have their pharmaceutical drugs. I don't report it. After all they want to change the world. I feel like a lamb amongst the wolves and sharks of wall-street. This is a very strange world I live in with so many nice porsches and Bentleys you can see, and then there is me, the night security guard who greets them and then I leave when my relieve shows up. I am just the new boy, the stranger in this town of corrupt salesmen. Business is booming. And all need is a dirty woman to fulfill my needs and continue on my night job of isolation. The cougars of wall-street flirt with my young fit body because security guards are almost like good looking pool men the women hire to lotion their backs up on beverly hill estate side pools. Ah if only I was not so professional and needed the money to continue on living in my poor studio apartment. So I give them the greetings they need in the morning and leave. I always some how make my way up to the top of the sky risers at night, on the roof I look at the stars and smoke my parliament lights. Drag after drag I always feel like stepping through the looking glass and becoming like they are. They have everything it seems. Everything, but do they have love? Boy!! Would I love to know that. Escorting man and women up to their private offices and just working another day really makes me think. Any of you business men with 6 figure incomes? Lets find out if you have love so it is all not some twisted game. Business..... Is there empathy? Or are all of you just like robots with nice cars?