My Thanksgiving Night

28 November, 2008 | Posted by Marvyn

I Will Take a Bullet for My Baby

I was talking to Danny (That’s his name right? I’m obviously bad with names.) about his newborn. He says he’s Iceman. But he cried in the delivery room. I’m not sure if I would cry, but it would be one of the happiest moments in my life. Nobody needs to tell me that. 

Male Bonding

Tito Rod, Franco, and I had a personal discussion. That’s not something I do everyday. I’m so introvert right? No, it’s because I’m selective with my emotions around certain people. Over the years, I’ve toughened myself not to trust so easily. It’s a rough world out there.

Wood to Burn

A morsel of information — soft wood like pine burns faster. A seasoned log is denser and burns longer.

Jack Daniels (changed for identity purposes)

His hair is spiky, his cheeks are big, and he’s a tiny little fella. He started crying for food, and Mary told me Kitty (Did I get it right?) was bringing her food. Bring this kid a boob was the first thing that came to mind. It’s a glimpse into what’s waiting ahead for me, well for Jagger and Mary.

Everything Bagel with Cream Cheese

I can never expect food joints to get my order right. They put gravy on the mash. They forgot the “everything” on the bagel. They bring you the wrong soda.

What Really Happened

He saw the mom in the window. So he went over to her house to say hello. I haven’t heard an funny excuse to break ice like that in a while. You know wha I sa’in?! Sorry, inside joke.

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