It is 5am when I leave the Pilot and try to find some more late night workers to talk with. I walk into a Salinas donut store, but an elderly woman is mopping the floor and seems too busy to talk. I drive to a 7-11 on Reservation Road in Marina, where a late night female employee is making a pot of coffee for her morning customers. She says I will have to come back in an hour when she is not so busy and she has permission from her boss to answer my questions.
Even though I have failed to see the sun rise, I head home, barely staying awake as my windshield wipers move back and forth in the rain like a hypnotist slowly swinging a stopwatch.
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