There was nowhere to go. He wished he had a place. Back in the day he'd stop by the co-op. For some reason he didn't feel welcomed there anymore. He walked around without aim, carrying

The Idiot

in between his elbow and chest.

It wasn't as cold as he remembered Novembers as a child. There was hardly any snow on the ground. A bit of slush but that was it. It didn't feel like Thanksgiving week to him. He remembered these being a big deal back when his parents were together. He would anticipate it weeks in advance. Sitting in the classroom thinking about all the family who would come around. The meal. How nice everybody would be dressed. The candles.

Last year he had thought maybe the co-op scene would be his new family.  The elements were there. Sharing meals. Doing chores together. Spending countless hours doing cool things but also unplanned pointless things. It still wasn't so clear why he no longer felt connected to those people. Even though his brain couldn't come up with an answer he knew his heart wasn't in it. His hear t chose to be alone, walking around aimlessly, rather than being back in that house.