Holidays On Ice

If you haven't read David Sedaris's book, "Holidays On Ice," I highly recommend it. He talks of his adventures in Elfland (as a holiday elf), his sister bringing home a whore for Christmas...good stuff. And it takes your mind off your own holidays ill, if you have them. Maybe if I dress myself up like Santa and stay in my beard and hat until January 1, I can be 100% pure goodness and avoid (i.e. hide from) everything else that is scary and unchristian-like.

Turkey day was fine. I was in Charleston (what a great, RICH, city). I look at families a little differently now. Each child, wearing designer clothes sits atop the shoulder of the handsome dad, who holds the hand of the mom in ugly, 500 dollar pants. Is this real? Well, the ocean was. Something that is constant, calming. I walked along the shoreline with my Mich Ultra contemplating the world and coming to the conclusion that nothing makes sense. What's the Chaos Theory again?

Yes, this could be the crack talking.