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Happy Turkey Transcendence Day.
Yesterday.
Hope everyone had lots to eat, and nobody had upset
stomachs or headaches from super high sodium. My boss is a seeming human and
takes all the holidays off. It's whack! I got to set myself up the whole dollar.
I ate at the in-laws and the food was perfect. All my favorite New Orleans
stuff like of course the turk, stuf, grav an cran, and praline sweet potatoes,
artichoke caserole, that was enough already. as it was C cooked so many little
side dishes she even forgot a couple, like the choucroute,in the mike and
fridge! I brought a yule log made from angel food and whipped cream with
strawberrys sliced in it and a bit of jack daniels. E points out later
that her mom sneakily keeps the left over cake while giving the rest of the
leftovers away. That's ok cause I really made the dessert for E's mom anyway
because she likes feathery light stuff the most.
Thanksgiving in Metairie. We were thinking about
being 40 percent of the population where entire very rich city populations
with local color galore still did not exist again since Katrina, in the city,
and without as well, all the way to our previous favorite spots in the Panhandle
like Santa Rosa island near Ft. Walton. They had imported white sand from
Australia, before, not so sure now. Not sure if The Docks - the bar at the
beach, ever came back or had been destroyed again even, or what.
This morning My wife E, hasn't yet worked up
the nerve to fight the mob at the Outlet mall but will soon. I have nothing to
do in the whole world. I'll just tag along for the ride, in my new Honda Civic,
with built in subwoofer. I been listening to soul untiil my wife is blue
in the face with it. She say, can you turn that shit down please. She
actually finally turned sick. Not from the music I'm sure, but probably just
eating too mch. We normally eat pretty light. I ate much more than I thought I
would and then I couldn't keep my eyes open and conked out almost at the
table.
Naw, she was psychic, the FEMA inspector just
called and said he had to come tomorrow. No lie. They had called earlier
this morning to see if we wanted a trailer. We said no. My wife can't
believe one of her rich bosses got one, to live in for two nights when their
floors are being redone.
Later we went and saw Harry Potters' Hot Goblet,
and I couldn't keep my eyes open again. Yesterday. I was listening to En Vogues
new album with a bit different line up. They sould like angels at the gates of
heaven. Today things aren't moving very fast. Like in general.
Sometimes I feel like I'm swimming in slow motion or backwards or under water in
a cheap old black and white film.
It's really easy to drive by houses that have
fallen to pieces under their own weight, whole neighborhoods that might be
tomorrow's interstate. One gets used to destruction. I always wondered what it
was like in Bosnia where the city was raining debris continually from the
non-stop shelling for years. I used to think, "Poor women and little
children."
Living in a disaster zone sort of absolves one from
needing to dream of serving others finally. One's hold on time immedifies (new
word). The past is gone, the future is blank, and the present is all that there
is really. I hear that most of the chicks in the city are pretty randy and
if I weren't married then any evening could provide some comfort. Instead,
in whatsoever a small way I have friends that love to describe their horny
histrionics sans palliative, so it's as if one is there anyway.
Somewhere within here I'm doing something, if even
its trying to ignore that I might be becoming readdicted to smoking again. I'm
truely just writing to pass the time. Fuck it. I'm going for a smoke.
Damnit. Little children, dont follow my examples.
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