hell and the holidays

trying to find a street to sleep on again. come across a pretty fancy house with a huge christmas tree in front. hell yes, sleeping here for sure. it'd be nice to sleep under a christmas tree with all it's colorful lights. wake up feeling like someone's present...

and for you, jimmy... look it's a homeless boy and his deathcab!! i know you really wanted a bike and a new x-box. but with daddy losing his job and my alcohol / heroin / crystal meth / strawberry yahoo addiction, we just couldn't afford it. so, we got you the next best thing. now go play with the funny looking boy and his car. maybe if i'm lucky, i mean if you're lucky, he'll take you far far away from me to some random town you've never been to before. wouldn't that be nice jimmy?...

unfortunately, the people living in the house were a little suspicious of a strange boy, in an even stranger car, parked in their yard. they unplugged the christmas tree lights. i cried. no christmas for jamie. felt sleeping in the deathcab under a beautifully lit christmas tree would be a pleasant nostalgic mix of hell and the holidays. alas, it was not meant to be. decided then to park in front of the sexy mailbox for yet another nite.