Sunday, March 9, 2008


For 9:15 PM it was pretty crowded at Yuki. Not so much that I couldn't get a table, so I sat down and ordered a Sapporo and a beef teriyaki. It was more like a sliced Japanese steak. Pretty good stuff.

I'm sitting there eating and can't help but to overhear the fairly obnoxious girl in the corner talking to some new guy friend about how she used to be awful to guys on purpose. I'm sure a lot has changed, I think to myself. I'm pretty sure I want to be alone.

Another guy, older, comes in by himself and sits across the restaurant facing me. He's fine for a while but once he tries his entree, he flags down the waitress to tell her how bad it is, and that he eats better versions of the same thing all over town, and he doesn't want to pay for it. The whole restaurant can hear. All the Japanese girl does is bow politely and take the food from him. I'm pretty sure I don't want to be alone.

I get home, flipping through MySpace quickly to see if anyone has requested a DVD, and I find a picture of Sarah and the family and I burn, I miss her so badly.

I'm pretty sure I want to stay inside and not see or hear from another soul. Stay here until I can't feel a thing for real, until I can see her face and not care at all about her. Stay here until I'm dead if I have to.

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