secret motel

The dead visit me in my dreams. My grandmother, one night. My father, the other. I can't help but feel I am a big fucking disappointment to everyone. I am going to visit my mother for Thanksgiving. It will be the first time I've seen her since last Christmas. I am a horrible son. R. and her little family now live in San Antonio. She suggested that I come out for a visit in the coming months. Anyone who read my entries about my visit to SLC will probably be surprised that I'm seriously considering a trip to Texas. But I'll be going with a different mindset.