So, we (the band) are at the local airport cafe. There's a Latina that works there. Stunning, but doesn't seem to know it. Her name is Joanna. She's 5'11, late 30's perhaps early 40's, just stunningly made, like a Van Gough in jeans and a t-shirt, and she has the kindest vibe about her.

I was really emotional today and she asked me for me order, and when pur eyes met, the compassion i saw in her gaze caused a tear to burst from each eye and roll down my cheeks.

She looked at me and said, "You have kind eyes."

I choked a little and said, "I'm sorry, im just very broken and emotional today. I've ruined everything ive ever been involved in."

She replied, "I'm not afraid of you, blue eyes. You are a sweet spirit."

I thought i was going to melt.