yesterday

we went to our childhood home. not the childhood childhood but we lived there til i was 2 and my brothers 3 and 5. it was cold and i kept saying things like i remember the strawberries and "oh yeah those people" while my brother and mom discussed things that really happened. we stood there and i said we should live there again. and everyone said yeah although why would we. then we stood awhile longer and there seemed nothing more to say so my mom gave us candy and we hugged and drove away. 

before that we'd been outside the restaurant when this guy walked by and stopped and said "yowwww!" and we smiled and he said "keep that smile and the gods will smile down on you" or something of that sort and he reminded me of my other brother but a little more on drugs and we waved and and he went on and we went in and sat down. and then went to the house and the candy and the cold and later we went drinking and my brother and i danced and today i smell like firewood because it was burning at the bar. which reminds me of october, remember when it burned?