Sketchism

Combed my hair for the first time in ages, dressed up in a nice long-sleeve shirt I found in my fathers closet, put on those nice gray pants along with the black dress shoes my brother bought a year ago, grabbed the digital camera, sprayed some of my nicest cologne, looking sharp as ever. Hopped in the car with my parents and waited in the backseat till we arrived at my cousin Jimmy’s house. Brought a dvd and a book just in case it would get boring. Walked in the house, saw a bunch of old people who I couldn’t hear because the music was so unbearably loud, the dj being another one of the cousins I see only once a year and he seemed proud to make the speakers suffer. Bumped into yet another cousin who commented on how much I’ve grown, yeah I know. Walked outside to the backporch to the smell of fresh cigarettes, I held my breath and kissed a bunch of strangers. Walked back inside to get to the front porch in search of a familiar face, none. More loud Colombians with coronas in their hands. Walked back inside in hope to find a tv to pop the dvd into, or a quiet room to read the Narnia series in. Unfortunately the speakers were still working for Mr. DJ, so it was impossible to enjoy either of my time-killers.

“Mom, I think I’d better go home”.
“Ok”.

Got home, popped in the movie Papillon and enjoyed it with my feet kicked up on the reclining chair and petted my dog as the story unfolded. Halfway through the film I notice the microwave clock blinking 12:02.
“Happy new year, Scoob,” I said, but he just kept his head resting on my arm.