Cackle & Smoke

just walked home behind a lady literally cackling like the wicked witch of the east, right into her cell phone. that poor person on the other end. en route to home, caught a whiff of smokey fallness. it smelled so good. i thought to myself how nice it would be to stand outside and smell that smell all night long. but i realized i was cold. then i thought "of course you are, fucker. it's new england." the catch-22. smells good as shit but it's cold as fuck.

going home to DC tomorrow to see the family. hope it is less dramatic than the last 5 visits. just give me a cute baby to hold and a glass of wine and i should be ok. ok, back to work...