The therapeutic drive home I had at 3 in the morning
Drinking whiskey all night, giving grown men relationship advice, and watching a documentary on Johnny Cash and what he considered to be the real America. It's the only America that exists.
The small dog that is currently underneath the covers of my bed whom is keeping my feet warm.
The friends who I have who go outside in the middle of the night and smoke a cigarette with me.
My mom.
My dad.
My sister, and... her boyfriend.
the people who will celebrate thanskgiving with me despite the fact they are not technically my family, but are now considered so.
My girlfriend whom I suspect is drunk with her family in Spokane right now.
Asian children who are wearing slightly racist hats and dancing to the "Chicken Dance"
and booze.
For all acquaintance be forgot...
1 comment:
Nicely done.
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