When: January 2001
Where: Garfield Avenue, Monterey Park, my Bubby’s car
Who: My Bubby
2001 began on a very anticlimactic note. Not only was I listening to, let’s be honest, one of Daft Punk’s lesser works, but it was in a drab car on a drab day in Little Taipei, and the repetitiveness made me somewhat carsick. That car is now mine. I kind of hate it.
Next: Train attempts to inspire; results are mixed.