How many shots? Fifty!
Thanksgiving was good. My sister and my Aunt came in from San Diego. Things are weird with the family after everything that happened. My mom has gone crazy and won't leave my sister alone, my dad for the very first time in my life seems very lost as how to make my sister feel better. I've just been giving her hugs and punches so she knows she is my sister, that i love her, and that i can still beat her up. Anna has become the forgotten child in the fog of everything. She's getting zero attention and my mom was telling me she doesnt know how to find the time to give Anna enough attention. I'll probably take her out to the mall and get her ice cream. Then i'll let her know i can beat her up.
People talk about epiphanies. They describe them in books and present them in movies. I was until now led to believe that an epiphany was an advent, a snap-of-the-finger, blow-to-the-head sort of episode. Over the past two or three weeks a whole hell of alot has happened to me and around me. I believe those two or three weeks were the process of an epiphany slowly coming together. Some people believe things are simply coincidences, and some of us prefer to read between the lines. You see things happen, try and repair broken relations, watch your family hurt, and meanwhile in your (as of lately) usual state of reminiscence you slowly begin to see how all of these things connect in a very large and haunting way. This is the process of slow epiphany that leads you to waking up on november twenty seventh, with the sun shining and the students of Thomas J. Pappas school screaming as they play during recess.
People talk about epiphanies. They describe them in books and present them in movies. I was until now led to believe that an epiphany was an advent, a snap-of-the-finger, blow-to-the-head sort of episode. Over the past two or three weeks a whole hell of alot has happened to me and around me. I believe those two or three weeks were the process of an epiphany slowly coming together. Some people believe things are simply coincidences, and some of us prefer to read between the lines. You see things happen, try and repair broken relations, watch your family hurt, and meanwhile in your (as of lately) usual state of reminiscence you slowly begin to see how all of these things connect in a very large and haunting way. This is the process of slow epiphany that leads you to waking up on november twenty seventh, with the sun shining and the students of Thomas J. Pappas school screaming as they play during recess.