i love the way hot chai steams up my glasses.
not many people came to insomnia last night. coffee is not the ideal new year's eve beverage.
however, i must say that amy was right in that the people that did come were the loners and the losers the proverbial party poopers.
it was quite sad. none of them were having a happy end of year celebration.
this one particular person drove all the way up from austin to go to a party only to get kicked out because he wasnt in a tux.
he came in and with his last amount of change bought a cup of coffee. he had to somehow find a way to last until his friends left the party. which would be sometime the next morning.
he sat. we talked.
he was really into art, kung fu, and buddhism.
i told him about Jesus. and how he doesnt require a tuxedo or anything from you. that he loves you the way you are.
he cried.
the clock stroke twelve.
that is how i spent my new years.
6:37 p.m. - 2003-01-01
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