Snow ©

I hate when I write a post in the middle of the night and then wake up in the morning and I have to write another one, like today.
But not to worry, you’re gonna get that one on Friday, unless something else come up.
Fuck, it’s a vicious circle.
Last night I went to bed, oh did I say last night?
I meant at 4am I went to bed and when I looked outside the window it was all nice and green.
This morning, not a speck of green was in sight, just white.

I should have known it was going to snow when I found Frick curled up under the blanket in the spare room today.
He knew it was going to snow and there was lots of it.

I remember as a kid we all used to get up in the morning and go outside and we, all the kids in the neighbourhood would start rolling out the snow balls until the were to big to move and that would be the bottom part of a snowman and the from there we would finish off with the rest of it.
Then we would go around and check out everyone else’s snowmen and some got creative and made sculptures.

This reminds me of the time I was stoned, drunk happy as a pig in shit looking out the window around 3 am in the morning at a foot of fresh new snow.
The Ex was passed out in bed and I was all-alone, with nothing to do.
You know, that’s when most of us get into trouble, when we have the juice built up to do something and there is nothing to do.
So you go out there and create it, like a snowman.
Actually more like a snow woman.

The phone woke me up, it was on my side of the bed and that was my fault to.
When I was installing the phone in the bedroom I was thinking with my dick and figured if I put it on my side and didn’t answer it when it rang, she would have to crawl over my body for the phone and I could grab some tit first thing in the morning.

It was perfectly good reasoning on my part, except for the fact that the woman slept like a stone and wouldn’t flinch if there was a gun battle in the bedroom after she passed out.
Probably all the rye she drank.

So I answer the phone and it’s my mother freaking out about some naked woman outside or something like that.
I was hung over and still half asleep.
I got out of bed and walked over to the window to look at the naked lady and there was no naked lady out there but there were three people looking at my snowwoman.
Oh yeah, that thing.
I woke up quickly right then.
My mother was telling me to go out there and to take it down right that second.

I got dressed and went outside to have a look at it in the daylight.
Now it was a little different but I didn’t see anything wrong with it, it’s not like she was naked or anything like that.
I did put one of the Ex’s bras on her; I had no choice, the left boob kept falling off because it was so heavy.

It managed to stay out there for a couple of days before someone knock it down and stole the bras.
I figured it was a hooker who was loosing too much business and in need of a new bra.

So I sit here now wondering what to do with this fresh clean snow.

Have a nice day

Walker