last year my dad got all excited nabout our house in massachusetts nhe wanted to make outside of it look real nice nreal nice like the other real nice houses in massachusetts nso he put on a big addition and hired this young kid nto come and plant lots of plants around the outside of the house ndad watered them every day oh he took such good care of them nit looked really nice, if you’re into that kind of thing nand in the backyard he put in a little pond by the patio nand a little waterfall where the water always flowed nup through a little tube in the little pond that brought the water to the top nand there were even little fish, i think they were orange nbut then one massachusetts winter came we got about four feet of snow nand the plants were all buried, and the pond? i think it froze nthe fish probably died, but i’ll probably never know ncuz when springtime comes i’m most likely going to louisiana nor maybe pittsburgh. i’m not really sure yet. i’ll let you know. none december morning dad and i got up real early nand took the dogs down to the old sledding hill nno one else was there so we left our footprints proudly in the snow nand it felt just like the old days back when i was half as old noh i was not so old. how did i get so old? nwe stood for a long time, a good long time up there on the hill nwhile the dogs barked and ran around like they were crazy nand i could hardly feel it through my big red winter jacket nwhen dad put his arm on my shoulder and he said n“look at the way the snow climbs in the trees nit’s nice. it’s real real nice.” nand if i were bob dylan i’d use that little story nas a jumping off point to teach you all a lesson nabout sharing about caring about the uselessness of staring nat all of the things that we collect nthat we call our wealth nbut i am not bob dylan, even though i’ve got curly hair nand play the guitar and my voice is kind of whiny nno i am not bob dylan, but i’m also not too sure who i am nso maybe i should just shut up nbut while i’ve got these two chords buzzing i may as well keep talking nsee if i might have something to say nsometimes i get so scared and i think the world is ending nand you and i are the last chance we have left nand other times i sit on the ground and i look at things nlike stars and planets and little tiny bugs nand mostly i just feel small nand like i shouldn’t think too much at all ni definitely think too much these days nwhat a fucking crazy time for us to be alive. nn