In Heaven There Is No Heat

This was my sad seattle song. The song for when it was raining. For when there were no other interns around. Or none that wanted to socialize. The song i'd listen to while running in the cold rain by myself. The song i'd listen to when taking the bus to hang out with my friend Viet who lived in his trashy below market rent apartment in downtown seattle while I lived in Kirland, home of Costco. The song wasn't joyful, but somehow I felt hope in listening to it. That at some point I'd start making friends in Seattle. I think i also would listen to it when I would volunteer at a youth homeless shelter in Seattle near University of Washington. Some friday night's i'd skip out hanging out with people at Shen's place and instead work the kitchen in the homeless shelter, housed in a church, to make okay dinner for high school kids that had been kicked out by their parents. The kids were rough, violent, angry. But they needed someplace safe. Some place warm. Someplace where they could try to calm down and be at peace. So i'd just be there, awkwardly and quietly helping make massive batches of food with whatever random ingredients unknown donors would give for the night.