the devils holiday

I spent my Christmas eve at work on the Pier and then made my way to Matts house in Oakland and hung out in a hipster basement cave full of Satanists in Santa hats. There was a ring around the moon, and i hadn't eaten a thing all day and all there was at the party was blunts, pabst and soup. One spastic kid put on what I'm pretty sure was a soundtrack to murder, then he flew over the couch like a bat out of basement Hell and started saying how he attended the church of Satan. ha ha very funny. HE HAD A MEMBERSHIP CARD. His friend then shows me his satanic tattoos and they sing the song that sounds like foreign tongues getting burned and I....... Faint. alright i get how this sounds hokey, but i did just have a lot of smoke in my empty belly and when i saw the ring around the moon i got such an eery sensation. I felt like a witch and i knew something bad was gonna happen. Not gonna lie i think I'm going to get shot/kidnapped every time I'm in Oakland. I shook off my embarrassment, went back to matts house to eat pizza, play with kittens and watch Pulp Fiction for the first time. Merry FUCKING CHRISTMAS.