Nothing changed at the bus stop, but Christmas is coming and we all have more things to worry about. Like, I don’t know what to get my mom, what to get Jamison, how to spend as much of the holiday as I can at his house, or how to get through the time I have to spend here at home. What to get Wendell? That’s easy, everything he wants, because my folks are like f**k-all bothered by what any of us want. My dad, though I guess he cares, drowns his sorrows. Many years he has his brother, my uncle, who at least brings or sends a gift, or some guy he met at the bar over for the day because the poor man has nowhere to go. One time the guy he brought over showed me the loaded gun he had in his duffel bag. He stayed two nights. I slept in my brother’s room so the guy could have mine. I usually had t
