In Manuel’s room. Mikey’s staying here for a bit till his room stops being dank. He’s switched the lights off to inspire me he says.

Right.

Boys For Pele’s playing and I’ve Manuel to thank for that. Love the guy – he found me five Tori albums plus plus when the damned search engine turned up nothing. Those of you who know me well would know what a huge gift this is.

Now if only someone can get me a copy of Gaiman’s Neverwhere…

Back to inspiration. The lights go out. But nothing’s really in my head. Mikey, Marco and I will be heading to Oly, to the Bierstube, for dinner with the rest of the remaining people we have here. I’m losing friends like…

Well, not so much losing as in they’re all going away. The last time was me who did that. And the time before. Not really used to being the one being dumped. Makes me sentimental, but not enough to go to a karaoke, if you get my meaning.

The lights go out. Nothing’s in my head.

But my heart, my heart, it’s singing. It’s an Elvis tune, sing along if you know it.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.