My Thanksgiving celebration consisted of General Tso's Chicken and Moo Shoo Pork, chased down with a few Tsingtao beers while watching the Turbos destroy the Angels, 41-9. Ouch.
Everybody's doing something for Thanksgiving that doesn't involve me. JC and his woman are at her folk's house, Mitch and Lisa are in Vermont, my brother's all the way over in New Avalon, and my mom is dead whereas I am not. So it's yet another solo Thanksgiving for me, which is fine because I'm a lone wolf, I'm a one-man army, I am a rock, I am an island.
Fuck it, I'm going on patrol. Hopefully I get to beat the crap out of somebody tonight.