My mom's place. I'm posting this picture despite the bluriness, because of the priceless look on Rain's face. She vows vengeance for bringing her into this nightmare chamber of interrogation, fancy platters bearing cheese and crackers, and all manner of strange awkwardness.
At least my brother managed to get along with Rain.
Then there was my mom. Another photo begging for a hilarious caption. Why, of all people, did he have to bring her over?
Um, yeah. That's my dad.
The next day, Rain would get her chance for vengeance, as we went to visit her brother and his daughter in the bleak, soul-sucking suburban hell near Denver. They wanted me to take a portrait. So I made my best effort. (Oh, is he going to want to visit this page to see the photo? Maybe I should write a better caption. Nah. The both of us are proverbial black sheep fuckups, and everyone knows it. Why try to hide it?)
Come on, smile dammit!
Then they were joined by Rain's cousin Molly, whose cheesy "cheese" smile made everyone's spirits bright. Hey, I wrote in the blog that she was hot. Was I not wrong?
Um... yes. You see, Rain and I went to Molly's house and got high. Later, while riding in the back of Molly's car -- still high -- I took the camera out and did something with it. Details are fuzzy. But when we looked through the photo set, and Rain saw this picture, she thought it was cool. So here it is.
Another piece of odd-ern art from the back of Molly's car. If I had any presence of mind, I might have also taken a picture of Merlin. Merlin was an ancient spirit. Merlin had lived many lives, and gained a great deal of wisdom through the ages. Merlin was also a time traveler. Much of Merlin's secret knowledge was locked away in his subconscious. I made several attempts to connect and unlock some of Merlin's much-needed insight, so that he might dispense it to those around him in a time of need. Merlin was a very special soul indeed. I assured Merlin that he would find his way, and I believe he will.
Willow makes a nest amidst our belongings.
