Aunt Jeff Comes To Town

…somewhat like Santa Claus. Perverse and full of dangerous instincts. And definitely bearing gifts. “Wisdom from Aunt Jeff,” says Aunt Jeff, as I unwrap my present. Jeff1 I’ve known this kid since we were seventeen, restocking the shelves at CVS. He would push me around the aisles in a shopping cart. Later we broke into abandoned playgrounds late at night. As we grew older, we grew wiser. And Aunt Jeff grew into his bread-baking marathon-running nudist-commune ways. “Pants help no one,” Aunt Jeff says knowledgeably. JeffJen