December 2009
8 posts
Last night I met up with Daniel and his valedictorian friend. It was late. They drank milkshakes while I performed beginner’s magic on a salt shaker. I asked Daniel’s valedictorian friend if he would like to come back to my house to watch Jeopardy. It seemed appropriate. He said no. “You don’t want to hang out with that guy anyway,” Daniel told me. “He...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those... →
Second only to Capote’s ‘A Christmas Memory’ in the category of all-time-greatest Christmas stories. Once again, here is the (hyper)link to Dylan Thomas’ ‘A Child’s Christmas in Wales’.
just a regular tuesday
listened to james carr singing ‘the dark end of the street’ ten times in a row & thought about lying on the couch as a child, sick from school, gingerale sipped out of a straw, watching television and my mother was somewhere else and pretty soon all the lakes will half-freeze. & wouldn’t it be nice to spend new year’s eve with people who disappeared to opposite...
from their mother's womb untimely ripped
Today I have two new baby cousins.
