"what a way to start the new year.
an unrequited dance party, a sprained ankle, a two show day, an injured actress..."
"but you know why i think it's gonna be a good year?"
i look at him standing there in a giant pod costume...
"why?"
" because last year, the very first thing i did was walk eight steps out my door and into a pile of dog shit. and i just laughed because i thought it was hysterical. but because of my attitude about it, i said to myself- this is going to be a great fuckin year... and it was."
He smiled at me as i wrapped the soft, yellow scarf around his costumed head.
Yeah, i thought. I like that.
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