xxxmas
exactly midnight and christmas is over in calender terms. it wont feel over for me until i fly back to portland. just arrived here tuesday from a shared cab ride w dennis to pdx, only to catch an earlier flight from stand by. carla in her green bug picked me up, greens (from portland i had sent down) all reds in a leather fanny pack. jamming to the mix i made for us, smoking, laughing, silently excited. walked into my parents house to find each a pair of pajamas on our pillows from my mom. mine are orange, carlas are red. my uncle, who i just found out smokes weed, gave us half a jay of the sweetest herb on earth. my brother brought over his rooster 'penny' because it was sick. my aunt gave me some of her old records: cyndi lauper/mj/aretha/tina turner and much more. my dad gave me a north face hiking backpack filled w a compass and gadgets. my nana(93 yrs old) ate the most out of anyone at christmas dinner and thirty minutes later she asks my mom 'are the pieces of pie you sent home w me big or small?'. my fat cat, tank, is so tuckered out from wrapping paper balls he is fast asleep under the empty tree. im not one for christmas spirit, but fuck damn this christmas grabbed me and shook me and sprinkled warm love all around. scrooge youre on your own on this one.