February 2012
4 posts
I listened to the aforementioned Joe song on repeat thanks to a mix cd from a frenemy back in 2001 on my spring vacation to rural mexico. My dad was having a post divorce meltdown but I didn’t know it at the time; I just knew he was sort of losing it at the airport when we didn’t have notarized permission from my mother to leave the country. It sort of crushes my core to remember him...
I think we’re in Alaska since we’re running after Santa Claus and Alaska is closer to Santa Claus. He’s wearing a navy blue track suit and carrying two brown eggs. I’m a young boy followed by another young boy and we’re here to get Santa’s eggs. One drops. Young boy grabs it. The second falls. Santa looks back but decides it’s not worth getting caught. I...