It was Sunday, December 31st; New Year’s Eve.

Back in Japan, this would be a glorious day of tradition and celebration. Kadomatsu would be seen in every corner, mothers would be at home preparing mochi for the whole family, and children would be seen beaming with joy as they showed their mother and father the wonderful nengajo they made for ( Read more... )

In the following week after The Incident -as she had started to call it after the first day or two of walking around Los Angeles in that foul smelling jacket, Misa had made three wonderful little discoveries; one being the fact that attempting to enjoy a latte on a sidewalk, apparently, made you a beggar (as she had learnt upon receiving eight ( Read more... )