(Fat snowflakes at 4am when you can see your breath and hear nothing but silence.)

Trudging through the snow all I could think about was angels and finding Josh's jeep door. I told him not to park it in front tonight. Too many idiots out tonight. Tonight was the NCAA Big East Championship Game. This place was like a different planet. My apartment had become the Star Wars cantina in the middle of a national media event.

Earlier we had been sitting on the porch outside away from the breakdancers. I have no idea how they got there, but getting a beer from the kitchen was a journey through time. My livingroom was the Bronx suddenly 1980s. I'd like to think it wasn't them that did this, but the timing was right. It sounds racist, I know. But he was thinkink it too. I felt like confessing to one of the tv news cameras. Wolf Blitzer save us all.

He got up and just walked away. I followed. Didn't say nothing just walked. We've been searching now for awhile and I don't think we're going to find the door. It was one of those soft shells and we were never going to find it. I gave up and just walked the earth. We walked in thin half frozen grey sludge packed tight; tire tracks, grey. Streetlights say enough when no one is out and the plows have gone through.
- posted by Sean Wheeler @ 10:08 PM