Some days, we find ourselves unable to wrap our minds around the skullfuckery and toxic lies we’ve been fed for all these decades. Some days, it just makes one want to throw their hands up and walk out the door. But, instead, we turn around and make another pot of coffee, open another pack of smokes and tear back into the keyboards. Running amuck throughout the fiber and copper cables, searching for even more crap, shit and mor unbelievable mayhem, the elite and powerful have waged upon the earth and people’s. At the end of the night, you turn off everything, look at the sunrise and smile. You were on the Night Shift. You had done something important, no matter how small. And as you head for your pillow, you smile. Job done. Night Shift in another few hours.