Christmas Eve sleet slid down my cheeks, mimicking tears which would have been just as icy if cried directly from frosty feelings after she tossed me out of her cozy downtown condo with nowhere to go. Still, the storm was comforting, in a crazed way – a homeless refuge from the fickle shelter of a special friend who had flipped into an intense foe.
A reality away from the next day's ham gorging orgies and televised pro football concussion celebrations, I too was merry. In Starbucks, I blessed my coffee with a shot from my flask of whiskey.
A reality away from the next day's ham gorging orgies and televised pro football concussion celebrations, I too was merry. In Starbucks, I blessed my coffee with a shot from my flask of whiskey.
