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The fragrance of a Sunday. Subhumans played at the Grog shop last night. A few of my friends drove from Columbus for the show (thumbs up) My hair is ratted and somehow still fixed in a chignon hairdo. I spilled cheap beer all over myself and also acquired two large contusions around my knees. At one point during the show, I swept my finger under my nose and held it up towards the pulsing light that lined the stage; a thin, red liquid streaked against my skin. It's 4 p.m and I can still smell the dried, crusty blood clinging together in my nostrils. I should get off the computer and shower.

I enjoy living in Cleveland, OH...

A few weeks ago I was sitting on a squishy bar stool, conversing with practically the only friend I have in Cleveland (it's hard to make friends since I'm hardly ever there). A man with salty peppered, perfectly groomed hair gracefully entered the side door of the bar. We exchanged smiles as I got up to use the ladies room. He was still standing behind the bar, next to my friend as I returned to my seat. His eyes were watching as I sat down. I looked up shyly and he introduced himself to me with a grin on his face. He offered me a job at his restaurant.

I've never really worked at a restaurant before. I have a higher respect for waiters and every person that works that sort of job. The atmosphere in the restaurant makes me feel as if I were some place exotic. House music and live deejays keep a relaxed smile on my face. The co-workers are swell people. There was a man that I really enjoyed talking to that also rode fixed. Unfortunately, he quit a week ago. Still a pleasant workplace none the less.

I've still been driving back and fourth from Columbus to Cleveland. This Wednesday will be my last day working in Columbus. I'm sure now that the weather is beautiful, and I have jobs in Cleveland I will be happier there.