Not too long ago I wandered around south norwalk after vomiting up some mint schnapps during a blizzard. Being homeless, I had on my leather trench, a hoodie and my combat boots, along with 2x Shirts pants socks and shorts. I think some jackass on the news said it hit -30 in times square that night, which is not at all that far from where i was, but it probably only hit
-15-20 here. Either way I felt breifly like giving up, with my feet heavy and my stomache empty. I felt like there was nothing worth walking for, without a destination. For the first time in a damn long time I weeped, and it felt good. I picked myself up shortly after and walked northwest to get on a nice tall hill facing the east to thaw myself under the morning sun.
My mom called me at almost the moment after I'd wiped the few tears from my face that werent yet a satlty dry frost on my face. Think if she didn't call I woulda laid down and died?
Fuck if i know, but I'm glad i didnt.
Happy Birthday Anna.