Kill thy envious moon...
The moon is so gorgeous tonight. I don't know if it's a full moon tonight, but it hung carelessly in the sky like the old lightbulb on my garage ceiling. I sat outside behind my neighbor's red pick-up, thinking useless and incomplete thoughts as I lit a cig. It's been less than a week since I've been back in Irvine. There's no noise out here, just the distant blare of the freight train as it passes by Jeffery. Christmas lights are hung up all throughout the neighborhood, mine and the Schider's are the only houses without any decorations. The Schider's are Jews and my family's just lazy. I quietly squeezed back through the door, so I wouldn't wake anyone. Sleep is a comforting thought right now--goodnight.