Snow

Its snowing. Kind of a mist of a snow but the wind is blowing at decent velocity. The wreath that is still on our front door as the last survivor of the Christmas storm that overtakes my wife every year and keeps waving its leeward ribbon past the window and freaking me out every once in a while. It looks like some keeps walking past the door. And I keep telling myself its not one of the crack heads 3 streets down trying to rip out my fillings and sell them. its just Christmas.

And how is larry king still on television. He seems sincere and all but have you ever seen a picture of he and his wife? There is like a 60 year age difference. He looks like one of those shrunken heads made from an apple that your friend in elementary school got from his deadbeat dad who lived in louisiana and sold used cars. And she looks like a woman. I guess the baby couldn’t have been older than a normal baby – but if it could’ve been. it should’ve been.

I don’t have much to say tonight. But tomorrow hopefully I will. I’m going to brave the snow to head down to the coffee shop and eavesdrop for a while. On Monday there was this 250 pound black guy and a 1 pound white girl sharing the big plush purple sofa. And he was hitting on her in such a we-met-in-a-chat-room-while-i-was-wacking-it type way that it really made me feel glad to be alive. He tried to tell her some joke about being black by holding up a napkin and asking what it was. She said a napkin. He rubbed her knee and said it was the last thing a black man sees before he’s lynched. I couldn’t see the details of her face but I’m pretty sure she looked confused. He then explained the joke which is never a good sign. You see each corner of the napkin represents the hood of a kkk guy, he said. She said it was a stupid joke. He laughed and said it was a great joke and thought she was being too sensitive since he was black. I think even he thought it was a stupid joke but all he had to work with was a napkin.