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Very few nights bring the resteraunt more than ten patrons, but somehow it manages to stay open... hosting those special nights... the nights when the moon hangs low over the awninged buildings, all while young hipsters and roisters wait for that special band to take center-stage. A few of us watch from afar, but we aren't in the same group or anything. We hardly even know each other aside from the "hello's" we speak in passing just to satisfy some unspoken rule of 'despondent biproducts of the lonely-heart club'. Five becomes three becomes one, and out of nowhere, the only person left is a boy with a maniacal grin on his face that seems to dodge the idea that a smile causes wrinkles, because his face never even moves when he smiles, his mouth just opens. I find him cute, but of course it doesn't matter, because he never even stops to thinks twice when i point out his good qualities. When we are alone, he likes to make me laugh, and we even make up scenarios were he always takes the position of 'High Wizard' before i can....i just let him, time after time. For his own amusement, he likes to parent these ideas that no one loves him, and i guess he does it so she'll come back, or find someone to take her place or something, i don't know. Lately he hasn't been crazy, and he met a girl that he wants to get to know. He still claims that Tuesday's always change everything and cell phones are evil. His old sleeping schedule is back, and he is losing age by the day, maybe he'll be twelve again. He regrets too many things, and surprisingly goes to the pool all the time now. So I guess he is well....anyway, this is bryan signing off, i hope to see you soon.