sunday
December 23, 2007 / 7:48 p.m.
My life as a gambling junkie slowly escalates as i spend the morning/afternoon solely dedicated to watching my six team parlay dissolve with the packers (best team in the league) getting destroyed by the bears and i watch 1000 dollars slowly flush down the toilet.
i walk to my dad's house tonight in the rain. i knock on the door. i hear him and my grandma talking out on the street behind bushes, and catch him helping her slow body into his jeep as they're off to christmas carol in sellwood.. dad unlocks the back door as he leaves, and i drink beer by myself watching cable in his house for the first time in a few months as i contemplate going upstairs and taking one of paul waner's autographs (my great uncle) from his chest of drawers (he has dozens) so i can sell it on ebay for thousands of dollars... which is what it appears to be worth from past ebay auctions i've searched.
although, i start drinking beer, go outside for a cigarette, lock the front door behind me accidently, and walk home without the umbrella i left on the dining room table with the tv left on... back up to sandy and 57th...