Saturday, May 22nd, 2004

Work started at 8:00 AM, and I'm pretty sure I felt fine...to begin with. Mike, the manager/owner, was in today. This was unusual. Saturdays were always pretty busy at the coffee shoppe (isn't it cooler when spelled with two P's; and an e). I was at my "station", pouring coffee, for all the customers with an old school taste. Just Coffee. 9ish hits, pain in my side. What's going on, I need a break . Go out back for a cigarette, Coffee to boot. Can't take it any more. Need to go home. Dan splits tips . I go home early. That night I feel better. Ryan Bryant throws a party. I attend. My knee hurts, I smoke. Good Times! Contrary to popular opinions. I Like him. I like Jacquie! Good times. Flash forward; Drunk with Karen and Laurie, one year later, with pizza in my belly!