Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I worked a little bit late tonight, because we had so much beer going out the door and it kept needing to be stocked. It was about 11 o'clock by the time I left the store, and on the way home, a cop flashed his lights at me as he passed me. Even though I know most of the cops in Denton because they come into the store so often, this scared the crap out of me. I'm afraid of cops, always will be... it has to do with my illicit history which I hope I will be able to leave behind me someday. Anyway, most of those cops know me too, and since I wasn't captured and taken to hell, I'm sure he was just wishing me a happy new year in his cop way. A few minutes later I passed a house that was partying it up and counting down to the rollover. A guy and a girl ran by at that point, both with a beer in each fist, and when the countdown reached zero they swung there beer laden arms around each other and kissed. I felt a little jealousy at that moment, as I usually do when I'm reminded of what I don't have, but those moments usually pass pretty quickly. Now I'm almost home, and I can hear regularly intermittent fireworks. Happy New Year everybody! I just know those fireworks are going to keep me up while I'm trying to sleep.