Smackblue, Canada is what they called this tiny little town and in my tiny little room I felt the coldness of the snow and thought of the daffodils in Central Park and thought of you-know-who. But of course you wouldn’t know who he was. 

I looked out my tiny jealousy windows, wearing my endeavored Ray-bans. I looked around my tiny room only to realize the one thing I didn’t have here was coffee.