because of porch pirates, i switched my ups deliveries to be held at an access point. my access point is the ups store on main street across from walmart. i’ve been receiving emails for the past week of a package coming from williams sonoma. when i first saw the initial emails, i was thinking maybe my parents ordered something and because it’s the same address, they send me emails as well. i picked up the package today and sure enough it was addressed to me. it was pretty hefty, so i opened the box. it had a gift note, but no name. the gift note said happy holidays to you and your family, here’s some treats for your son. i was thinking of who had my address, and only a few people do, so i hit them up. turns out it was my dog alan. that’s my brother frfr. he ain’t have to do that, but he always shows love. i was too hype. i hit em back like i gotta turn up for you one time for the one time. shit was wrapped so pristine, like an elf wrapped that mf. i didn’t open it from there because i’m saving the surprise for bagel on christmas. my dog alan looking out, like he always does. ima make sure we turn up once this music/writing thing works itself out.
on me, on me.
-ratha, 8:32pm, 12.21.22