Family Stories Gone To Hell
My fuck do I have a lot of stories to tell about my so called family. You know, back in the day? I'm talking the 70's, 80's, and 1990's - some horrific shit here. My legendary deadbeat father, would often promise the world and deliver nothing. I distinctly remember one moment in 1987 (or was it 1986?) where we went to 7-11, and he was so goddamn drunk he fell in the 7-11 store. Unbelievable. But wait, it gets better. Waking up in the morning while visiting 'mother', seeing a 1/4 glass full of whisky on the coffee table. This is normal shit for me. And I'm telling you, it's not normal to brew a ton of wine in your spare time. Pro tip: It's a sign of alcoholism. So suck it up, buttercup. Drunken uncles fighting on the front lawn. Threatening phone calls from one so-called uncle, who I later found was just a coward. Old Uncle Ron. A complete and total loser. It gets even better. From creepy, inappropriate uncles to batshit crazy aunts. One even wor...
