tonight I realized how much new orleans is a part of me and I of it. at monkey hill with the best people in the world and I imagined us all there when the hurricane rolled through. and it would be too much hurt to bother you. I couldn't handle lossing this place.

please send some snow, some snow for Johnny.

listening to christmas music alone in my apartment after doing the dishes. missing the box from the fish market that held all of our ornaments. missing drinking beer in your basement and the smell of cheap wrapping paper. me and my brother would stay up all night long and mad a snow hill in the front yard, by morning mixed with dirt and a chocolate buzz. I used to be enamored with christmas. it meant not working, ice skating with friends, going to flatirons crossing mall with rachel moyer. come home from the mall smelling like every scent bed bath and body works sells.