As i mentioned recently, I have decided to make peace with Christmas decorations. Afterall, no matter how I spit and fume, they are not going anywhere, they are (sort of ) attractive, and all too soon tax season will be upon us; save your venom for then.
In that vein, I decided to photograph the prim and terribly quiet neighborhood I live next to (their home owners association will not accept our street. How mortifying.) and which I drive through to the grocery store. When I say they are prim and quiet to the point of being prissy, I mean that for the balance of the year. Come Yuletide, these motherfucker start slinging gaudy, vulgar decorations around like a dock whore on a crack vacation.
My apologies for the crappy quality of the photos, it’s the best my phone can do at night on the way home from the grocery with me just leaning out of the window.
Please note, none of these trashy hoes are on MY street. I look out my window and all I can see are those awful compact fluorescent lightbulbs lighting front porches waaiting for UPS men to draw near.
So anyway, joyeux Noel, bitches. My plan for christmas? Extra oxycodone and consciousness only when Saki absolutely demands it for me to feed him.
My security guard will be enforcing this.