Hey, Nephew on the Dead.
“Uncle?”
Yeah?
“Dude?”
Uh-huh?
“What the fuck?”
Aw, c’mon, buddy. Language.
“What is going on? Why does the world hurt?”
That’s called winter. It’s getting cold.
“Today? Is winter like Halloween? Is it just a one-day thing? This is just today, right?”
No. Won’t be warm again for six months. I mean, it shouldn’t be. But there’s probably gonna be a lot of 70 degree days because we broke the sky right before you were born.
“Please make sense, Uncle.”
Sorry, buddy. In the general sense, the next half-year is gonna be way chillier than the half-year we’re emerging from.
“Was this expected?”
Yes.
“Why does it happen?”
The truth or the baby version?
“Baby version.”
Allfather Odin has entered his sacred sleep and the Frost Giants have rule of the land.
“That is very metal.”
The world’s as metal as you make it, Nephew.
“Back to the weather. Is this as cold as it gets?”
God, no.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s like the air is made from scalpels and hatred. It gets worse than this?”
Yes. Right now, the temperature where you are is in the 40’s.
“I have no referent for that number.”
Remember when it was nice and warm?
“Uh-huh.”
That was 80.
“Okay. And it’s 40 now. Okay. How much colder than this does it get?”
40 colder.
“DUDE!”
Not always. Just for a couple weeks, usually.
“This is not okay. Who do I speak to about this? The Guy or the Lady?”
Neither?
“Grandma?”
It’s the weather, buddy. Can’t do anything about it but complain.
“What about voting? People keep telling me how important that is.”
The weather does not respond to plebiscite.
“Wait. Is this everywhere?”
Winter?
“Yeah.”
No.
“You’re pulling my binky.”
No. There’s plenty of places in the world where they never, ever, ever have winter.
“Civilized places?”
Florida, Australia, San Diego. So: no civilized places.
“Why the hell are we living here in this frozen wasteland then?”
You have to live in Brooklyn. Your parents are foodies.
“The Guy ate a slobbered-on chicken nugget I dropped on the floor.”
Your parents still consider themselves foodies. Kid, you’re stuck there in the cold.
“Nuts. Uncle?”
Yeah, buddy?
“What’s going on with my headgear situation?”
I honestly have no idea. It seems like a chicken to me.
“They just jam stuff on my head, man.”
You make it work.
“It’s in the attitude.”
There ya go.
The sneaker/moccasins kinda make the outfit.
i don’t know maybe it was the shoeses … HAPPY HALLOWEEN GRATEFUL DEADS!!!!
Cuteness prevails!
going out for pierogis & borscht?
Nice Grace Note: The Puma Clyde-shod person in the upper left of the photo??
Garcia, with the Time Sheath, carrying a grease-stained paper bag of Brooklyn Square slices.
NotD’s kicks are pretty stylin’, no? look like Dials of some kind, like a Robot-Shoe?
“robot. robot. beep. zap. zoop. bleep.”
They are dragons. And, yes, they are awesome.
“he’s only a 2, but actually has quite nice feet for the Dragon Shoe, quite plump you see”