Thanksgiving

You know that last line in Catcher in the Rye? Something like, "Don't ever tell anybody anything. You just end up missing everybody." It was something like that... and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going here, but... turkey. Yeeaaaaah....

I remember seeing this bird as a kid almost every Saturday when my mom took my brother and I to this park which we so creatively called, "Ducky Park." To this day I don't know what the actual name of the park is... but it's Ducky Park to me. There was a whole bunch of ducks around. I remember taking this path that passed by this area where a bunch of chickens and a single turkey hung around in a cage. The turkey always looked horrible. Not that it was sick or anything like that, but it had a blue face... a wrinkly blue face with this red nutsack hanging off of its face. Turkeys look horrible. But that park was fantastic. I went back there a couple years ago and half the things that made it great were gone and I think there was some shitty looking graffiti on the rocks I used to jump around on.

So piss. Just piss. No... piss and tits to the park turning so shitty. I have such a string of expletives stored inside me but I can never bring myself to letting it out.

Anyway... happy Thanksgiving.




Somebody find me a bald eagle to eat.

Fame

If I ever meet a celebrity, I'm going to ask them to take a picture of me so they can show their famous friends.