Sentosa (Singapore)

Since I was twelve where I stayed up for my first New Years Eve midnight, I have only slept through two. And both were very important. The first New Years Eve I slept through was 1999. The one that Prince had a come back with his hit song.

I was living in Boca Raton, Florida and I was asleep on the couch with my single mother roommates gone – and I heard the fireworks and the countdowns in the apartments next to mine. I said, "Happy New Year." To myself and went back to sleep.

And the second one was this year. I was sick. Terribly sick – coughing, sneezing, and my throat ached. The reasons for Jasmin's early departure post-Christmas weighing heavily on me – had me wondering non-stop if I was rotten. Rotten to the core. That I talk a good game but I am meant for hell.

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