i was sitting in the city hall chambers about 25 years ago, waiting for the meeting to start, when i noticed an old friend come in the door. i welcomed him and asked if he would sit next to me so we could catch up. he said he was staying at a sober living in south laguna. as it was a few days before xmas, i asked if he had somewhere to go. he said no. so i told him about the spread that the canyon club puts on and invited him. he agreed to go with me and i was looking forward to hearing about how he finally got sober. xmas morning comes and i call his number. no answer. i wait an hour and call again. still no answer. 2 hours later, still no answer. i was confused and disappointed, but didn't have any more info about where he was staying, so i had to let it go. 3 days later i get a call from his mother. brent had od'd on xmas morning. this is a story i never tell when people ask me why i don't celebrate xmas. this was only the last of a long line of shitty things that have happened to my friends and family on xmas. i try my best to just let the day go, without and whoop-la. just a day like all the others. just another fucking day.