One Way to Spend Xmas
“Xmas isn’t the same,” said George. “But I guess it isn’t ever the same when you grow up.” “It is so true, it doesn’t matter what life has thrown at you.” “Yeah, I guess.” “Oh sorry… I didn’t think.” “No, you are right, we’ve adults now and we need to be adults.” “I just…” “No, it is okay.” I smiled. George smiled. “I’ve got more pills,” said George. “Do you want to take them?” “Sure.” “It’s Xmas,” said George. “And we should celebrate.” So, George and I took more e’s. We got pillows and doonas. We were luscious. We dribbled all over each other, with words of love and friendship. George rambled on a lot, like I find a lot of Greek boys do. So often, he had verbal diarrhoea, with shiny bright eyes. Sexy, unselfconscious. We ate fruit, we drank Up & Go. We choofed, boy did we choof. So much for no smoking in the house, even if we mostly smoked in my courtyard. We hung together all through Xmas. I rang the family to say I wouldn’t be there for Xmas day. I had already warned Amand...