Notice: Right now, this month is a little light. I have to get back into the original archives to complete the month. It may take a bit of time..

Here I am again. And last night, I had the strangest dream that I was doing something that I cannot remember and wound up sneaking out to go to dinner with Elaine (or someone that reminded me of Elaine at least). But she had to bring her dog with her. Once we finally got into motion, we wound up in a NEW mall, but it was old and abandoned for the most part. It had slot machines, that had people at them, but it still gave the appearance of abandonment.
I got to the upper floor by going down, but could not find the return escalator. Once I finally did, it was a two step process. The first part was working fine, but the second part was in serious dis-repair. Once I finally made it back to where I wanted to be, after struggling with broken machinery and unsafe conditions, I managed to wake myself up. Weird.

If you follow my trucker blog, then you have found your way here because you are curious or because you are one of those that have asked for the more interesting and mundane things in the day. I am unsure how those two meet upon the road, but here we are.
So today is a day after a shift of frustration. I was sent to the wrong address and then had to deal with things myself because Fleet was a bunch of bums after Michael went home. Nigel, one of the nighttime fleet managers, actually hung up on me because I was trying to get proper directions. But that is all over in the trucker blog. Here is the boring stuff.
For the health front today, I got about 6 hours of sleep. I got into motion with a BP of 112/81 and a blood sugar of 95. Doing sooo much better than this time last year. I am working on my yoga — right now, the Lotus pose, and just can't get into it, but I am being patient. I had trouble with the Cobra at first, but got it down.
Breakfast was fun. It was lasagna soup with hot sauce that I got for Christmas — and then....my very own pot of coffee made on my new Black and Decker coffee pot that Laura picked up for me. I got it right the first time and now have my own coffee no matter where I am, as long as I have water. And I have my own food. I am living in my own environment. :)

Well, I am Christopher William Klein and I am a poet, a dreamer, a lover and a fool.  Usually the latter. I am, as of the writing of this informational page, a 50 year old male, about to turn 51, living in Memphis TN with my Wife Laura, our kids, Willow and Rowan (who is actually away at college as of this month) and our cat Neko.

I am an author, a truck driver, computer programmer, entrepreneur, jeweler, musician, artist, chef and many many other things to both myself and other people.   But if you want to come to know me, read the journey, what I am is there.

But what is this Journey Noir?

A journey, is self explanatory, the movement of a person or object, from one place to another.   But what about Noir?   Noir is a genre of crime film or fiction characterized by cynicism, fatalism, and moral ambiguity.  This is part of the story of my early life.  The crime, you will have to read about in my memories, which I intend to add daily in journal form.   The moral ambiguity is based on BDSM and the fact that my moral compass was broken until about 1- years ago.  As for cynicism and fatalism, well, all you have to do is look at the world around you, and you will see that these are commonplace.  The fatalism, I am still on the fence about.   I do not fully believe in pre-destiny, but I do believe in fate.

Let the journey begin