habit creature

i ended up back in the south the other day. early december was warm and sunny. my girlfriend and i sat in this bar called earl's near the big open picture windows. wooden benches, worn and crooked floor boards, ashtrays on every table and an easy breeze coming through reminded me of an older, lazier texas. slowed down and resigned. there was a fruit fly that kept coming between us and our conversation and i raised both my hands and brought them together hard and when i pulled them apart i was amazed to see the little guy smashed against my palm. and as i gloated in my victory, another appeared.
later that night three of us ended up at an ugly sweater party. which is so pleasant during the holidays. and our sweaters may have been a little too warm. out on the back porch it was a gorgeous evening. the kind that new york prolly won't see again until at least march. possibly may.

michael and i leave for cozumel in 9 hours.

4 days of sea and sun, and now, on lips's recommendation there will also be rum, staggering and cursing. and possibly some snorkle.

my plan is to stay as brown as i can all winter long. instead of getting the ultimate winter corpsey .