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9:29 p.m. - 2003-01-30 "How's the water?" "Heh, heh, just mumblemumblemumblemumble", and then I had skated past. I tried to think of the worst hangover ever, of the shakiest, pukingest, most painful case of the DTs I'd endured. Then I tried to imagine stumbling down from my cardboard home on the riverbank and immersing my burning skull in that cool, enzyme-rich, fluid; but knowledge of the unsavory urban effluence that fed this creek precluded sympathetic speculation. Dude had achieved official troll status in my book. Tuesday I had an insane fever...maybe that's what I get for staring at a naked troll. Anyway, at the end of this day where everything had gone painfully wrong, I found myself in an empty little Thai restaurant, eating coconut-milk soup with my girlfriend while the state of the union address played on a TV in the kitchen. And this waitress, she was cleaning the dining room. But it was already clean, y'know? She just wanted it to be like, extra-nice...and she seemed happy. And the whole notion of this girl making this place, this beat little storefront in one of the ugliest, litterbug-livingest, graffiti-writingest, don't-give-a-shit-about-nothin'est neighborhoods in one of the ugliest, don't-give-a-shit-about-nothin'est cities in the US; the fact that this girl was tidying up this already spotless little dining room while the world outside (as peripherally evidenced by the state of the union address droning in the kitchen) went completely to hell, I dunno. It just struck my fever-addled mind as a beautiful thing. I guess I'm easy.
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