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Happy turkey day, folks! Looks like I'll be heading down to Siddy's parent's house with Sid and Rob and Lezlee, for to eat some grub. Should be lots of fun, Siddy's parents (Bob and Barbara) are great.
I just walked out on the porch and found the kids sipping Bloody Marys - seems like Nick needed a little hair of the dog to recover from last night.
As I walked over, he raised his bleary eyes and handed me a piece of paper, asking "Can you post this to the site?"
I said "Why sure! As a matter of fact, I'll post it RIGHT NOW! Cause I have a PHONE LINE at my house! Wa-hoo!"
Hehehe, I'm a little excited about getting my phone turned back on and being able to work on the site from home.
Anywho, here is Nick's latest contribution to the Porch. Enjoy.
Days of Broken Glass
I woke up to the howls
And let the cat inside
Despite the look of things
It looks like I survived.
The broken bottles are
A tribute to last night
Their sharpened smiles amidst
Remembered candlelight.
Please don't ask me
Please don't tell.
I didn't wake up to this morning
To have you trample on my dreams
There're not enough regrets to fill me
And I survived the night, it seems.
A pre-recorded voice
Makes sure that I'm alone
Keeping tinny voices
From coming through the phone.
I don't have much to say
I've nothing planned at all.
What did the angels do
The day after the fall?
Please don't ask me
Please don't tell.
I didn't wake up to this morning
To have you trample on my dreams
There're not enough regrets to fill me
And I survived the night, it seems.
Edward Nicholas
11.25.99
12:00 Noon (straight up, and now it's time for a Bloody Mary)