My best friend is exceedingly more cuter than yours

And he's not afraid to hug the devil.

I was hanging out in Tel Aviv the other night with someone excellent and, on the way out of Yafo, passed this little candle store that had a little Christmas tree in the window. Aaaahh... I miss Christmas, and all the lights and smells and new yorkiness and hullaballoo, and eggnog flavored burgers from White Castle. And I miss you, cuddly reader.

I went to sleep and woke up at all the wrong times including a mouse-invoked midnight arousal that lasted several hours. It may not have been a mouse; it may have been my friend Snotty the cat lurking in the rafters of the trailer, or my friend Micha the South African coming home late and doing his thing. Irregardably regardless, right not I am hungry, haven't had my old man oatmeal yet, and have shirked several of my duties to spirit, mind and body, duties to Am Yisrael, The Holy One of Being and myself.

But shimmy on a shingle if my Jason Rogers isn't the mostest.

Esta comes to town Tuesday night. First time here in 18 years. First time ever hanging out with the religious fanatics I now call mispacha. 'sgonna be live, folks. Good times ahead.

terms to clarify:

am yisrael- The people Israel
Esta- My mom (mom Yisrael)
mishpacha- All Y'all- the fam'ly