A Game of Chinese Roulette: The morning after.

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September 16, 2004

The morning after.

Saturday I spontaneously decided to head up to Boston to retrieve some personal belongings with Uchenna. I also had a couple of things to do for HRTV getting ready for the Freshmen activities fair. And of course, I wanted to check back on my old suite. I slept in the bedroom name to mine. I didn't go back with Uchenna, but I sat next to someone else I knew who I ran into at South Station. And in another one of those psuedo-random moments, right as I got off the subway at Harvard Square who calls my name but Joy, a Billionaire I met in Central Park. It inspired this Friendster testimonial:

Three weeks ago, Fate decided that I be friends with Joy. (Joy the actual
person, not the personification) I met her in Central Park dressed to the
nines. Then, the next time Joy would be in town for the Billionaires for Bush
ball (that I was scheduled to help at), Fate changed its mind and threw me in
jail for 48 hours - held at frustration's bay just a stone's throw
away from the ball at the same Chelsea pier. And then, a few days ago, Fate
reconsidered and when I made a spontaneous decision to visit
(unannounced) my old alla matter in Cambridge, who should I see coming out
of the Harvard square subway terminal?

It almost makes me believe in a thing called Fate. But alas, people such as
ourselves choose to place our faith in a thing called reason. And reason only
recognizes the arcane determinism of probability.

But this good news, because it's better when we hold Fate in our own hands.

My old room!!!