dear the night train diary,
when we used to get the morning paper and the evening paper- i always liked it because there was something about the ritual of mom reading the morning paper and dad reading the evening paper that seemed to make the day complete. if either one of them missed their paper- something was fucked up and the day wasn't right. then, without cause of provocation, the evening edition ended and we all started watching that annoying news shit during dinner. the world news tonight- every night- with meatloaf- or burnt chicken- or steak- or spaghetti- or salmon patties- or whatever she made for dinner that night. we had a tv in the kitchen for the news and ryan's hope and then after dinner- dad read the morning newspaper and all is right with the rest of the day. ima news junkie now, but i don't like to dwell on it. i just watch it and call nancy grace sometimes. i am anti-fox (duh) and trying very hard to peel my father from their clenches. he is still mourning the loss of the glenn beck piece of walking whore shit. when ever i visit my dad i always reprogram his tv.
