there is a tibetan import store down the street from where i work.
its owned by, you guessed it,a real life tibetan.
apparently he does not have much to do.
every afternoon he walks around the block and looks in all the store windows of the shops in the area.
curious by this, one day i waved when he looked in my window.
we have waved to each other everyday since then.
we have never talked though, because there was always a window inbetween us.
today was the first time he came in.
his name is llama.-yes, like the animal.
he has a nineteen year old son.
he is from tibet.-but i already knew that.
i really hope to become friends with him.
mostly so i can say "this is my friend llama, he is from tibet."
but also so i can get a discount on incense.
4:13 p.m. - 2003-10-24
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