That would be my entry into the year 2002... crashed out on a couch
after drinking lots of cheap beer and Dr. Pepper and Djing a hip-hop
set at a U-district new year's house party.
I was awoken by the sounds of this extremely cute kitty cat, with
raccoon style patters, playing soccer by itself with a plethora of
beer bottle caps over the wooden living room floor. (I was the first
to get up in a sea of passed out stoodentz.) I found a piece of
floss and played with the kitty for about half and hour, then
stumbled to my car and left to go back to my house.
It really affected me for some reason. Maybe it's because it was a
rare moment of solitude for a new year's day morning... or that this
was my first new year's in a brand new city since...dear god, who
knows when.
― Brian MacDonald, Thursday, 7 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)