Fog

Fog comes from a temperature imbalance between the earth and the atmosphere, I think. It also comes from a food/alcohol imbalance, and it’s thick here today. Any night that starts at the Christmas market with Gluhwein and the decision to forgo dinner will end badly. They add things like Vodka and Amaretto to your warmed wine, here. But the little mugs are so cute…

Eberhard came home with us last night, and I DJ-ed. My mom bought him a live AC/DC album, and I segued out of that to Mark Kozelek’s record of all AC/DC covers. I couldn’t convince him in the value of it though, and had to switch over to Sun Kil Moon and Red House Painters to prove they could really rock.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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