Don't mind me smiling in the tryptophan afterglow, perhaps I'm denying how badly I fucked up this Thanksgiving, but thanks to some good friends, I'm feeling damn fine (yes I will be saying that all weekend).
Sometime last August I stopped taking pictures, turned to Lisa and we agreed that nothing really seemed worth the film anymore. Hopefully, we toted about the cameras, milked out extra minutes of contrived meaning over coffee and cream at Tony's, but nada in nada in nada por toda.
Can't say what changed, but two days ago I missed two flights to see my family and ended up at Shelly-dear's for turkey. See, somewhere after getting lost the second time (the time I followed the economy parking sign to god knows where)I realized I had actually managed to make a decision.
I took a drive back home two weeks ago, to look at all the beaches and trains. I don't know what happened, but I'd love to show you the pictures some time soon.
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