if it's supposed to be new, why does it feel so used?

this year i found myself putting out fires with my companion, Banditt the Monkey*. together we were on call the entire night to save people from the deadly terror known as fire.

we spent a lot of time playing hearts.

one woman, with a neon lit cocktail sign in her front window invited us into her humble abode. Banditt opted out as the woman ended up being a close friend of mine from the past. my high school japanese teacher. as i walked inside, noticing my parents partaking in sushi in the corner, i considered myself lucky to be relieved of such an important new year's tradition, my shift with Banditt. he understood. plus, he never liked me hogging the driving to myself as he has been licensed for the last 3 years.

so i partook in this hopping engangement known as New Year's Party. Here, one could have witnessed many events in which i participated. eating traditional japanese fare such as sushi and potato salad. being surrounded by hip japanese types which made me feel out of place as i was not one of them and i don't remember much japanese other than the word for milk and the days of the week and one through ten. much embarrassment was had when a japanese woman came up to me and spoke to me and i gave her a look of utter horror. then we watched the Japanese New Year's special where the pop bands race head to head against each other: boys vs. girls. my favorite was gackt. then i got bored because i started talking about taking up the shamisen or koto. then my mother and i sat in the corner making snide comments about everyone.

then we left before midnight. and i drank faux champagne at home with my sister and grandma.

the actual video of the event was damaged when Banditt gummed the tape. we are no longer talking.


*some names have been changed to protect some very ficitional characters 
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