Liberated from evil

Thanksgiving, a holiday that means nothing nothing to me so I simply ignore it. I don't like turkey and the massive amounts of food that are served with it just make me feel sick, ugh. I usually use this time to travel but this year I am here and blessed with the company of the best kid in the world, my friend Charlie. We went to the movies and played games and had Chinese food so all is well.
I think I also totally misunderstood the meaning of this feast in the past. Years ago I decided to celebrate, I cooked a turkey and invited a homeless man for dinner and my American friends were horrified, I also made everyone give a short speech about what they were grateful for. This was all wrong and it was explained to me in no uncertain terms that this is a day solely for eating excessively and has nothing to do with anything else (!). Never did that again, just either hide out or go away.
All my friends are out of town suffering with their families, the city felt so nice and empty yesterday except for Times Square which was filled with tourists. I like it when the streets are empty it feels futuristic somehow.
We had Cocoa Puffs for breakfast!