Like Clockwork

There are a few things in life I've come to rely on. First, that I'll get sick over winter break. Second, that it won't take long for someone in my nuclear family to launch into some racist discussion. This time, it's whether my brother should live in the Bronx (with Hispanics) or in Morningside Heights (with black people). Inside, I was shouting that he's a 32 year old loser with his first real full-time job and apartment (at the same time!) and maybe he shouldn't complain because his neighbors are going to be harder workers and more reliable than he.

Argh. This impending 4 hour drive back to my apartment is going to be a welcomed relief.