On the sad side, the Redding Bookstore was all boarded up and the building was for rent. The Redding Bookstore is where I spent most of adolescence. 85 percent of the books in my 'library' are from TRB. I'd go there on rainy days and rust revel in the sheer number of books there were for me to choose from. It was my Barnes and Noble in a pre-Starbucks world. I could go there and be happy. And now it's gone. The resonance of my personality that still lingers there will fade now that I cant go back by and re-energize the moments while I'm home for Christmas.
Ah well, nothing good lasts. Only Evil, and Tang's crabs.
Being home is good, but I don't know how my mom does it. She's a fucking saint, I tell you. And I'm not just saying that because I'm a good Italian boy. My sister's children are hell on wheels. My father is just as moody as he ever was. Her co workers are stupid fucktards. She *SO* needs a vacation. I wish I had the money to do something for her.
It's been raining since I got here, and honestly, it's my favorite weather here. Tomorrow morning I'll probably go sit out under the willow tree at the pond with an umbrella. It's peaceful there.
But for now, my love to all my monkeyfriends, as I'm off to bed.
Memories, like the corners of my mind...
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