I Wish I Had Some Coal
Saturday, December 12th, 2009I use give bad boys and girl coal for Christmas presents. It was some metaphor for bad because getting something black stains the white. I don’t know. It is what the parents wanted bad kids to have.
When you house has sank into an ocean, and after you have ate all your food, and after you have cooked all your deer friends to eat because you have nothing left, and after your red and white coat and pants rot away, you get cold. And then coal feels like a great gift of warmth.
You learn sometimes metaphors are shit, and that’s all Christmas has become. All I want is coal.