bear with me here....i told you it's seasonal!!!
but hey, its better than nothing i suppose.
however, its still not my best. im not sure what is...


We fell asleep on the long bus ride home. My cheek was pressed up against the window and the rising sun burned red through my eyelids. That is how we rang in the New Year. When I awoke, we were almost home and dawn was unfolding itself on the warehouse purgatory beside the highway. It made my skin crawl delightfully. I put on my sunglasses and popped and aspirin, chasing it down with the last of my Coca-Cola. It had gone flat. He was still sleeping beside me with his mouth open. Skinny boy, He was all hollowed cheeks and ribcage, the inside of his nose was eaten away. His friends called him bones but I just called him Mickey. He was born Michael, of good Christian parents. For some reason I didn’t feel that it suited him. It was barely seven am and already I was sweating, the satin skirt was sticking to my thighs. We pulled into the bus station and I shook mickey awake he gave me an irritated grunt of acknowledgment and we exited the bus. There was a Dunkin' Doughnuts in the waiting area of the station, patented hangover heaven. There is nothing like dough fried in oil after a long night. Mickey bought a cup of watery black cofee and then tossed me a crumpled five dollar bill. I ordered a bear claw and a cup of orange juice.



and....


and....

thats all i could squeeze out in a week!
for i am braindead.