Don't you love Christmas morning? Have not done much yet. Drank coffee, sent Christmas messages, watched our King Shithead's message to the world and talked to my dad on the far side of our football lineman fat land.
Before I go out and begin really enjoying the day I am listening to a record. A Christmas record. A Christmas record because my mom bought it for me for one of my 7 teenage Christmases. Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here'. My mom also gave me Rainbow's 'Man On the Silver Mountain' back in '74. I know she bought me a couple books that year too. I wish I could remember what they were. I would not be surprised if one of them were 'How to be a Fucking Hippie' and the other were 'How to Grow Pot and Retire at 35'.
That must have been the first Christmas I smoked a joint in the back yard before breakfast. My buddy Smoking Shug, now the president of Something or Other, Inc., was right. From then on my Christmases kept getting better until Cheryl was gone. They are however getting better and I am optimistic this year will be the best in years and they will be getting better thereafter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAPgt6zwDug
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