simple...

today was supposed to be our first snowfall of the year.

and it was in a fashion.

the bastard thought of moments that really exist in the back of his brain now of a time when snow wasn't a pain in the ass to deal with.

which more or less was when I was a kid.

and I pictured that knowing full well that I was gonna get grey shit and salt on the road.

but, it's nice to think about a simpler time,

while waiting for bullshit at the entrance to the midtown tunnel to clear up.

hoping like he'll your daughter doesn't wake up freaking out that she's in that frikkin carseat again.

hmmmmm. to simpler times.

—the bastard