The Noster


It’s only 4:50am, but somewhere in this town a tenacious rooster has been going off since 1:30.

He might be broken. Or he might simply be in the wrong time zone, but I’m going to honor him with a name…

Nostradamus. Rooster.

“The Noster”, for short.

Keep crowing little buddy. It’s always darkest before dawn.

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