They would open the side of the restaurant to the walkway in the summertime. I remember standing there, watching people walk the mall in the rain with their umbrellas glistening.... I would lose myself in the passing silhouettes -- breathing deep and wondering...what was I doing waitressing in the middle of downtown Denver...? Everything would shimmer in the afternoon rain. The buildings, the street, the passers by.... It was a summer full of sleepless nights and cigarettes, and the kind of mismatched company that could land you in any corner of the city...if you were willing to tag along.
"...And if only it was that easy with you by my side, and creepy eyes staring at me over a milkshake with the whipped cream piled too high, and a pitch in my voice that I don't recognize because the atmosphere provided more stimulation than was expected. And I could hear myself trying to leave but my ass was glued to a plastic chair in a toxic diner in the middle of a city I can't remember how I got to. And now, on fate is all I can rely....or is it faith....or lack of sleep.".
- Wednesday, August 16, 2000, 5:07am
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