From: joshua@dmccorp.com (Joshua Lellis)
Subject: A New Year's Resolution
Date: 3 Jan 1995 03:49:23 GMT

before we get started here... I've been gone since the 8th because of
some server troubles. anyhow, I don't know if I'm going to be around much
for the next few weeks or so cause we're switching servers... anyhow,
I'll try to stay on the Net and the chat, and keep up to date... pardon
any unreplied to mail's since the eighth, everything sent to
joshua@server.dmccorp.com since then has bounced, but should get through
now..

on with the show.


A New Year's Resolution
by Joshua Lellis
Copyright 1994-1995 Joshua Lellis

   A new dawn approaches this small town on the eastern side of the
Rockies. It is cold. Very cold.
   I was blanketed in my covers, blinking my eyes and pushing the empty
bottle of champagne away from me. The many empty bottles, it seemed, as I
stood up, still clinging to the covers, a thick quilt warming my body.
A woman was standing on the balcony, covered in a blanket as well. She
was watching the sun as it came up over the horizon.
   I stifled a belch, made my way to the restroom first, then, a few
moments later, came out to her, and tried to remember the night before.
The words Happy New Year formed in my mind, and, hell, I must have said
that. She responded with the same, and I looked at her.
   There must have been a brief moment of peace in the world. The tube
had been turned off sometime last night, probably mid-bottle, probably
after Times Square had gotten tired, drunk, plastered, smashed, and left
their party for home, and the comforting place in front of the porcelin
goddess, otherwise known as the Throne of the Shit-Kings, but on this
occassion, once a year, it was the goddess of all over 21, or anyone with
six bucks in some places, for lack of a governing law that cared about
that anymore.
   In any case, the tube was off, and no news entered my mind, no news of
the outside world as I stood on this balcony with this woman with these
streamers above my head. There was snow on the ground below us, one floor
down. I'd gotten this house as a Christmas present seven years ago from a
rich uncle of mine, who, having never given anything to the family before
(winning the lottery, that is), decided to give everyone a house.
Flattered as one may seem, I decided upon this one, east of the Rockies,
and home to some of the best b-b-q outside of Texas. It was a nice little
house, a fireplace on the first floor, and two bedrooms, the master one
which had the balcony, and the bedroom downstairs.
   "Another one happened again." she murmered at first. Then she slammed
her fists down on the balcony's wooden rail. "goddammit." The blanket had
slipped off of her shoulder, and she caught it now, bringing it back up
to her neck. "goddammit..." She looked at me, and I kept the quilt I had
around my neck. "They'd promised no more attacks, especially not with the
new year coming around. First the anti protestors planted one, then the
pros planted another."






















                   They'd promised no more violence.








































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one is awake and listening. Morning is      joshua@server.dmccorp.com
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midday ends the peacefulness when man realizes he will die. -- JL