this is the time of year when i used to get really sad. i have intensely vivid memories of labor day weekends. this was supposed to be the end of summer. school would usually start right after labor day. i would try to squeeze all of the fun i could out of the last few days of freedom but instead i was usually severely depressed, locked inside my room listening to steve martin records or daydreaming about my school accidentally burning down. your usual psycho kid with a heart of gold type stuff. the best part was the party my parent's always threw. my dad was the quiet indian at all times but oh lord, put him in a party and he became burt reynolds. i just remember being told to go to my room and watch tv(and the jerry lewis telethon was an even more surreal mess back then)while i could hear adults dying laughing in the other room. they'd blare willie nelson records and there was the constant sound of ice cubes clinking in glasses. meanwhile i was listening to sammy davis,jr.'s from the bottom of his heart speeches about what a solid cat jerry lewis was. i don't know the people in this picture but they look like guests from one of those parties.
