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« on: July 15, 2002, 04:16:00 AM »
i was in dc straight for christmas.
i remember making cards for family.
they would sit us on the floor and let us bare down on those blasted blue chairs with a pencil and a piece of white typing paper.
while christmas sucked, i wasnt entirely upset. i had recently been started over from 2nd phase for not understanding some dumb rule. i think they put me on 2nd phase to show imaginary progress and then started me over to show how the batter wasnt quite ready yet. my parents were soo dissappointed.
anyway misbehaving was going oh so well - easier on the brain. i just hated that part about the "world going by while you rotted in here" bit. my drawing privledges had been revoked. no pleasure for the guy who can draw.
but hey even the bad kids got to make christmas cards and i drew and drew and drew.
it had to be all cheery and shit, no off color material or guilt trips. but hey - why not draw and enjoy it? little things seems to mean alot then (what,? i get to brush my teeth AND shave? i must be damn near royalty at this house!)
So i drew santa doing his deed and a tree inside with a very bland yuletide remark like "deck the halls". i thought it was quite a nice rendition. my parents were thrilled - they only hoped it meant i was working.
it must of really got to them - me being gone and all. they still have that card in a photoalbum dedicated to family christmas.