Merry fucking belated Christmas everyone. How was your holiday? I actually don’t really care to be honest. Wow I’m mean, maybe even a slight touch Ebenezer Scrooge in me. I guess I am still waiting for the ghosts to show up and give the incentive I need to change my life. In a way that did sort of happen this December 25th except it did not come in the form of apparitions, but instead rounds upon rounds of tequila shots. Nothing says happy holidays like complete and total inebriation.
We are getting ahead of ourselves at the moment for there is a lot tell. I do believe you will find it a rather entertaining yet somewhat disturbing read. Then again that is the case with most of what I post here. This is going to be a two parter as the amount of insanity and ridiculousness that has gone down in the last 48 hours even blows my mind. Shit it may run three parts and grab one of the top ten for 2011.
Christmas as most of you know is far from my favorite holiday. When I was ten I contracted phenomena on Christmas and almost died. My first girlfriend and love dumped me on Christmas Eve when I was 15 years old over the phone. As a result I ended up cultivating an unnatural disdain for women folk that lasted for nearly a decade and most likely still lingers in my subconscious. You can sure as fuck bet Adrienne did not help that case either. I really need to move on.
I read some study on getting over hard break ups and it said the amount of time it takes to heal is about one month for every three you were together. So I guess I am looking at around eight months. Yeah! Just two more months to go. Alright. Enough of that this story has nothing to do with her other then the fact that it would not have taken place had she still been with me. I promise I will not mention such again for this series.
When I was 18 I was coming up the stairs to my apartment during my tenure at Berklee in Boston and the strap to my saxophone gig back broke sending my priceless tenor saxophone careening down three flights of steps. At 19 I was arrested for a certain unpleasantness I would rather not discuss on my blog. All I will say is be smart and stay on the right side of the law. It’s not worth it.
At 21 my apartment caught fire as a direct result of faulty wiring on my Christmas tree. My ex-wife and I lost all of our belongings in the fire and had to move in with my parents for six months while we got back on our feet. When I was twenty three my ex-wife broke her back in three places. Our Christmas present that year was that after a long road of rehab she would make a full recovery. At twenty six my ex-wife and I decided to split up during Christmas time.
My string of Christmas bad tidings is ludicrous and the main reason I decided to sit this one out this year. There is not one Christmas decoration in my home. I just could not handle going home to New Jersey. Hold on what am I saying. Home is Santa Barbara California. The last three years I have been celebrating Christmas with my family whom I love and adore. This year my head was not there.
I needed some time for myself for a change. All fall between work and school I have been running myself ragged. Add the many bouts with heavy depression and even heavier drinking, throw in a heroin addict roommate and you have quite the aperture to over come. By December I was spent physically, emotionally and mentally. Just the thought of going home and facing my entire family and the questions of how things were going was too much to bare.
I hate lying and I hate lying to my loved ones more. If I were to tell them all the truth about things I would just get countless lectures about my poor life choices and how I should cut my losses and move back east. Not to mention the fact that my cousin just got engaged. Him and I are the same age and have been pitted against each other by our parents for as long as I can remember.
The two of us don’t compete, but I constantly had to hear about how great my cousin Rich was doing and how much I was blowing it. I love my cousin and wish him the best in life. We are different people making a comparison is completely absurd. My sister is toting around her fiancé as well. I just could not deal with seeing two happy couples on the verge of spending the rest of their lives together in what I hope will be both harmony and bliss. Not after all I have been through.
I canceled my plans and decided to hang up in Santa Barbara with Kooky, Ryan and this dude West who decided to come up from San Diego, another recent New Jersey expatriate, to not spend the holiday alone. Since I am off from work till January sixth I was really looking forward to kicking back, surfing and relaxing. Just as most happenings in Lisanti Land things got exacerbated rather fast.
So now the stage is set for a tragedy or a comedy or maybe a little bit of both. Tune in tomorrow to find out exactly how Christmas this year got even a little too gnarly even for me.
Merry Christmas…I don’t think this guy is allowed to go by elementary schools and hand out candy canes.
Surfing Ruined My Life 