Giving

This Thanksgiving exists mostly in my head. It's a Thursday with a special name. But the only special part about it is this year it's Ana's birthday and we always celebrate Andrew's. But anyhow, it's just another Thursday.

Not too fond of this holiday. I like Christmas better, not because of the presents, but it's just more eventful.

And I always feel sorry for the football players who have to play on this day. That must suck.

Last night was crazy and a half. More random nights with almost strangers.

But, what is this? The saddest Thanksgiving of all time? Oy, gotta change it huh? So let us. Let us give thanks.

Thank you for putting the knife down. Thank you for turning around and landing at home. Thank you for not letting me drive when my drunk was at it's peak. Thank you for...being.

To you and you and you.

If I could fix everything, you can find me with a wrench and a hammer starting with stuff local and working my way outwards. That's me. You care too much and it sucks.

Well, I just want you to know if you decide to do something you'll regret, I'll be mad at you for a long time. And you don't want me to mad at a ghost. At least be here if I have to do this shit too. Because if I'm not enough to be the anchor, then let yourself be. Because for the life of me, I can't figure out why everyone loves you so much, but they do. And I can't figure out for the life of me, why you will forget us in an instant. So don't. Don't say goodbye without facing me. Because you know it'll be a mistake. And if at that time you know you can't face me, then you know it's not the right choice. Because your argument won't hold against the reality you don't see at those moments. Believe me, I've been to the edge too many times.

So, again and again, I EFFING LOVE YOU. Today and everyday. Okay?

Be safe everyone, keep your fists clenched tomorrow and smack a fucker. I know I'll want to. Hah. Goodnight!