How the hell... Christmas! Christmas eve last year...
how could a night so frozen be so scalding Hot,
how can a morning this mild feel so raw,

why an entire year strewn on
the cutting floor of memory
where single frames of one magic night,
forever flicker in closeup on the
3d imax of my mind

Why am I the witness
and when I capture it on film
will it mean that its the end
and im alone?
-Mark, RENT

No comic this evening, I got inspired by a christmas film favorite. Sometimes the home-life weighs heavy on me.... and there are times im left asking myself this question.