all i have is a fried egg

Dear sweet friend,

The sky was burnt orange tonight (or yesterday as you read this today or some other time way after, I suppose) as the air rumbled and lit up.

My mother yelled at us to get into the basement when it stormed outside. "GET! IN! THE! BASEMENT!" My grandmother Gloria would race down the stairs, too, the second she heard a crack. It must have been a San Diego thing. I saw her wig nearly fly off her scalp as she skipped a few steps to land her feet on the safety of the basement floor. Next to the stairs was a freezer filled with white packages of a disassembled cow. My sister's hamster would occasionally get out from his plastic cage and hide underneath the freezer. We would have to lure him out from underneath with the neighbor's female hamster. Imagine being a sexy hamster!

For you: a dear friend recently sent along this meditation where you feed your demons. I haven’t done it yet but maybe we do it together and report back?

Love!

—scotty

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