So... About those Ducks?

   I was just wondering if anyone knew where the ducks go when they leave the pond at central park for the winter. Feeling kind of depressed, wondering how they can just up and leave. Do they fly all the way down south for the winter? That seems kind of hard to believe. Wouldn’t they get tired and hungry on their trip? How would a duck make a trip that big without a bus ticket?

   I asked my cab driver today since he seemed like a nice guy and all, but he kept talking about the goddamn fish that stay in the pond all winter long. That seems strange too, what they do. They have to stay in the pond, so they go to a warm spot together and sleep through the winter! They eat and breathe through pores on their skin or something. Anyway, I didn’t care about the stupid fish, but the sonuvabitch wouldn’t stop going on about them. I’m glad we weren’t going out for drinks or something because he probably wouldn’t stop talking about those fish anyway.

   Sometimes I wish I could fly south for the winter, and get away from this goddamn city

'Round and 'Round

   So I took Phoebe to the carousel today (She's my 10 year old sister). She really seemed to like it. She got up to the carousel and walked around in a circle to get to the horse that she wanted. She ended up riding the carousel twice and rode the same horse both times. So I sat there on the bench near it and just watched her go around, and around, and around in a circle until it stopped. I was so nervous that she was going to fall but figured if she fell, she fell. It started to rain and I got pretty drenched. I just sat there on the bench watching all the other parents scramble to go and get there kids and all. All of a sudden I felt so goddam happy watching Phoebe go around in circles in her nice blue coat and all. You really should’ve been there.

                              

R.I.P Allie Caulfield

   I have a little brother named Allie. He died died of leukemia on July 18, 1946. He was only eleven years old, and I was thirteen. The night he died, was the worst night of my life! I broke all the windows in the garage that night, and I had to go to the hospital because I had a major anxiety attack. He was the sweetest kid you’d ever meet, and he was a red head. He loved to play baseball, and write poems on his left-handed baseball mitt. He was such a good kid, and he was so special to me. He was different then most kids his age, he was nice, and kind, and gentle, and he always had a certain way to do his own things. He always used green ink for anything. He wouldn’t use any other colour pen, but green ink. Green wasn’t even his favourite colour, purple was. Man, he was so special. I loved him so much. No one in my family has really been the same since the night he died, my mom especially. I hope she never has to go through anything like that ever again.
   I’ve been pretty different since he died… He was my best friend, and when I lost him. I had no one else to turn to.  I’ve become depressed, and just haven’t felt myself without Allie. I still talk to him, when there’s a problem or stress in my life, I talk to Allie, and I just imagine what he would be saying if he was here. It helps me more than anything.
   I know he’s in a better place. I’m at peace knowing that he didn’t have to go through this phony world, because it just gets phonier as we get older.