The nocturnal pill popping, caffeine craving, nicotine-addicted
internet creep that slides under the door sometime between 3 and 5 a.m. In these hours, the nightcrawler moves from room to room, longing for human contact and
conversation. If none is available, he simply resorts to facebook, espn classic, or aim for
communication to the outside world. The nightcrawler moves with stealth-like quickness powered by a nicotine-induced turbo from place to place, searching for fellow nightcrawlers. Determined to find out "what's up" with everyone, even if they're asleep.
Matt: Yea, Adam came into my room last night at 3:45 a.m.
Aaron: What did he want?
Matt: He asked me what was up...and then he told me that he just got back from
the library.
Aaron:
That's what he wanted to say at 3:45
in the morning?
Matt: yea...kid's a nightcrawler.