It's a winter wonderland. The wind carries flakes in loops and they stagger on my window and on trembling tree limbs. I won't leave the house today. I have enough food, drugs, and movies to keep my mind limber. I don't have anywhere to be until 5:30 tomorrow, and I could probably get out of that if I tried.
Last night, it rained. Minutes later, ice glazed the entire city. People slip-slided and fell, but everyone was drunk and in good cheer, and strangers were pulling each other off the frozen ground. It was beautiful. When I got home, I pealed a layer of ice off my coat. I woke up and just laid in bed not doing or really thinking about anything for an hour.
I already learned today that the average founding father died in their 60's. Second most popular decade to die was in their 70's, then 50's, 40's and 80's tied, then 30's, then 90's. If you took each one of their lives and played them out from end to end, it would go on for thousands of years. The shit you would see!
What do you know? I am leaving the house today. I'm gonna go to my neighbor's for a late breakfast. Wish me luck.
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