I like night time because I go in the street to square up my with my wood. We circle about trading jabs, connecting with each other's face, jaw, nose, orbital bone. When it breaks, its eyeballs pop up and out like buoys in the ocean. They stare back, probably wanting to know where to buy the best steak. It probably wants it raw, and to be pressed against its broken lids, conjunctiva, and lacrimal glands, so it can heal. Probably.