brothers and friends and bionic women

Somewhere is a special place for my brother and I cannot really explain it, but even though I do not see him very often I know he's there. He's slowly getting his life in order and will hopefully finish his degree sooner or later. This weekend I will see him, and he wants me to spend time with him and an old friend called Kelly. We've not see her in years, since she moved to Oakland, CA with her boyfriend who works at Barnes & Nobles or something like that. She once painted a fellow friend's apartment wall menstrual red. Yick. And then moved out on Superbowl Sunday. Crazy, kid she was. So Kelly is back for some reason for a short period and perhaps we will see her. Who knows.

Mum hasn't smoked since Saturday. I lift my glass to her. She says now things are beginning to stink since before when you smoke you cannot smell stuff like smoke and piss, but not when you do not smoke your olfactory senses are picking up these odors. Like wow, didn't she know? We did. I cannot wait to see her and her not smoking. Many people gain weight when they quit, and I hope she doesn't. She cannot afford to do so. Her hip is so damn bad she might need a new one. Go Bionic Woman. Love you.