posted on Sep, 25 2009 @ 01:04 PM
My entry....by "weedwhacker"
Quentin felt that discipline was key. At least, in his life, and in his narrow view. Because, Quentin was....according to some....an odd person.
A "loner", as some of his colleagues would describe him, later.
But, because of his disconnection with society, he felt safe....
He was a man who felt that timing was worth focus, in one's life. He LIVED by, and was guided by, a sense of time -- that only seemed
to reside in his head.
His routine, every weekday morning, defined his view of life.
Absolute precision....part of the 'discipline' he imposed on himself. Perhaps a result of the infuence of his dominineering father, a person he
only vaguely remembered....yet, the influence remained...
The routine was invariable: Wake at 0613....exactly. A quick toilet, then shower (not more than four minutes...) followed by the shave...
Clothes layed out, the previous night...ready to go. Everything planned, and organized.
"Perfect", in Quentin's view of the World....
Until....Quentin's "perfect" world was thrown into turmoil.....
An overnght power failure...and the alarm clock didn't go off, as expected. Quentin awoke, slightly disoriented....
(to be continued...)