Busting out of every old paradigm that was thrown at her, she started out comparing the sound of sizzling bacon to the rain on the roof of the camper trailor, serving tables at the Night Hawk in West Hawk Lake. Swimming in the lake between shifts and breathing the fresh boreal air... From there she became one of the first and cutest barristas Winnipeg had yet known. The year was 1993 and a little cafe that i forget the name of, Java something something i think, popped up on the passageway from Portage Place Mall to The Bay. Here she displayed a ridiculous talent for layering coffee and milk. She was soon fired for one unfortunate sleep-in-cident, and those bastards let a go thing go....hahaha....Busting out of prairie parameters, she moved west, and here's where the story really got going....

I'm telling you, I'm writing a book. . . 

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