So I'm home...don't it feel good?

I love my mother so much. In all of her glory she and my uncle drove all the way to New Paltz even though a snowstorm was coming just to retrieve me...I knew I'd have to drive home, and I didn't mind...until I got on the road that is.

Driving is not cool. Driving in a snowstorm while making sure other drivers are up on their job, even un-cooler but we made it safe and sound to the beautiful ugliness of Brooklyn...Believe The Hype! As Marty says...

And I thought I'd come home, enjoy a night of poetry and reunion, eat some good ol' Golden Crust and chillax with the homies...but I didn't and I'm not. Instead I'm enjoying the solitude. Took a quick napster, made love with Whitley, jumped in the shower, and now laying on my couch with the soft lamp on, toes just a freezing, body still ashy from the shower, I have rekindled my passion for reading. I forgot words were beautiful to me and stories were romantic. I'm shaking my head at home but home is where my heart is and my friends are and passion lives. It's not often that I divulge in the beauty of solitude and growing up has allowed my mother the opportunity to treat me as a woman. She leaves me alone but has not left me and I apreciate that. Our coexistence in this house together. She at one end, I at the other. Both in our solitude but...together. And I with book perched on my knee as I'm blogging this....I kinda like this feeling. The 'just got home and I missed it but I know soon imma be shaking my damn head' feeling. I like it, I missed it, and I missed you.

Now, back to random texts from Southern Fruit and the journeys of Tyler, Shelby, Debra and Leonard in Friends & Lovers by Eric Jerome Dickey......