I noticed the sun today for the first time in a long, long while. It broke through the clouds as I was drinking a margarita in a place called Sweet Taco. They sell Mexican food and donuts. I went there because it was Friday, and because I craved the taste of tequila and salt. Most others around me were checking their phones or listening to NFL commentators use incorrect grammar from big screens over the bar. I overheard a woman telling her caller, I can't talk, and it reminded me of a promise. The server smiled as he offered me a free dessert, a chocolate glazed with peanut butter filling, caramel drizzle and a thin pretzel jutting out from the top. He proudly proclaimed it was his best seller. Later, he asked if everything was ok, and I lied and said yes. He looked skeptical. I hadn't touched my plate. I wanted so badly to tell him that his gift means everything, but what would it matter? My life is a shit storm that not even a donut with antlers could help. I miss everything.
I came home to an empty house and this ...
Nonno. I can't help but laugh. In the grand scheme of things, it is fucking hilarious! I would gladly take a constant bombardment of his chaos in exchange for an end to his physical suffering, though.
It is not just his eye anymore. He has cancer.
I blog because it makes me feel good. It is where I feel closer to fine, as the song says. "Here" makes me happy. Until next time ...
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