Saturday, December 20, 2008


the gramps. every night hed sit at the foot of his bed and say the rosary. sometimes when i was a youngin id sneak under his bed and listen. i remember he could only sleep to the hum of radio static, and the sound would run through the whole house. i cant sleep with out a humming sound cause of this. he died on my dads birthday when i was in sixth grade, i remember yelling at god the following night.


Peppermint Patty: What do you think security is, Chuck?

Charlie Brown: Security... It's when you're a little kid, and you've been somewhere with your parents, and it's night, and you're riding home in the car, and you can sleep in the back seat. You don't have to worry about anything, your parents are in the front seat, and they do all the worrying. They take care of everything.

Peppermint Patty: That's real neat.

Charlie Brown: But it doesn't last. Suddenly you're grown up, and it can never be that way again!

Peppermint Patty: Never?

Charlie Brown: Absolutely never

Peppermint Patty: Hold my hand, Chuck


its 5:08 am , why am i up?

1 comment:

  1. Its crazy how when we're kids we remember the things our grandparents did as routine, not the nice gift they gave us for christmas. The catch phrases they would say or the stories they would tell mean more then a 10 dollar sweater or 2 pairs of black socks.

    are you up early cause you work at a golf course? oh wait thats me.

    Sorry I lurk your blog so hard, I read 4 blogs every morning, yours is one of them