I don’t know. I think spending this overcast day nestled in socks, blankets and gloves my family bought me for Christmas is a good idea while I write stories. While listening to the Amelie soundtrack. Somehow, this scenario brings me back to the days I was like her, on the streets and hanging out with the most interesting homeless men I’ve met in my life, when I needed socks, blankets and gloves most. They still smiled. Toothless. So, shall I. So, shall I.
We cracked wild jokes about God and Satan and all things conspiracy. Good times. Truly, I do hope they’re well. I kinda sorta miss it. It’s amazing the freedom you have when government and religion aren’t involved and you can actually think for a change.