Chris doesn't really do much for Halloween anymore these days. As we all know, he doesn't like scary movies. Or even movies with somewhat tense scenes. And dressing up would require resources, imagination and a party, all of which Chris was lacking this year. Plus, he doesn't understand this American tradition of setting aside one day a year to gorge one's self on fun-size candy bars. If he wants a midget Snickers, he's-a-gonna have a midget Snickers, no?Chris leaves us today for the funky-smelling streets of Philadelphia. He won't be back until FRIDAY. Separation anxiety will start to set in around 7:30 tonight. I grow cold, the walls feel like they're closing in, and the second hand ticks on the clock become audible. I have a series of breathing exercises I do to stay calm during times like these, but they do nothing to dull the pain. So I've got the failsafe waiting for me at the crib: a sixer of Bartles & Jaymes and a box of Rice-a-Roni. As Jeff Tweedy of Wilco sings, "Every moment's a little bit later..."
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I'm with Chris on the Halloween. Someone asked me what I was going to do on Halloween...Ahh, what? I'm 27 and living around the poverty line. Whose got time for that crap? All it means to me is that there is gonna be some candy around. That's all I need. Preach on brotha!
Great piece on the harsh truth that is separation anxiety Rube. Way to spread awareness.
However, If every moment is a little bit later as Tweedy suggests, what about the moments that already happened? Wouldn't those be earlier?
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