it doesn't matter anymore

Hello. It's me

I will make this quick, the cat and I are being watched by strange interdimensional creatures that blend in and out of the wallpaper every night always in time with the motel lights and the strange lingering 60 hZ hum of their instruments.  

ALWAYS AT NIGHT ALWAYS WEARING SUNGLASSES

That is the name of the band. 

Actually, I'm not quite sure if the band's name is ALWAYS AT NIGHT and their album is called ALWAYS WEARING SUNGLASSES or if the band's name is ALWAYS AT NIGHT ALWAYS WEARING SUNGLASSES and the first album, as first albums usually are, is named after the band.

The days are all the same. Waking up mid afternoon with no idea how you got there miles away from your last memory of drinking the cup of kabush that came with the two dollar cover fee at the door. You remember the door, the cup, the beginning of the bands first set (sometimes more or less) and then you wake up. Somewhere. Else. 

I once woke up in the 1700's once but somehow found the show and woke up in 1982 the next afternoon.

Some people get off with the whole timey-wimey warp-i-ness of it all and take a long vacations. Talk to the Greeks about logic for a few months. Watch the aliens build the pyramids. Visit Pompeii before the Vesuvius eruption. But soon they inevitably find themselves at the door to the club with their money in their hands looking to score a trip back home.

So that's the routine, the same ole same ole. Concerts, light shows and time travel. As the nights pass, I don't remember if we are following the band or if they are following us... 

it doesn't matter anymore

nothing is at it seems

but next time I'm bringing my mat and fins

Everythings strange