December 28, 2009

I can’t recall a more low-key Christmas since the one I spent in 1989. Back then there were riots on the streets and people dying, foolishly as it turned out. Bullets whizzed by our window all night long and the moon was the weirdest shade of red I’ve ever seen. I was just a little shit and couldn’t do anything, so I had to keep my lights off and huddle to sleep with my stuffed animals at 9pm.

Now, 20 years later, there are no riots. But since Christmas day I’ve been turning my lights out at 9pm and huddling to sleep with my puppy. It’s been pretty awesome.

And I got pants for Christmas. Look how awesome they are. Whee!