2005

 Life hasn't always been a rosy sunny day. My memories are filled with events like drunken screaming matches between family members. That disaster called alcohol took out almost everyone I knew. 

One time, in 1986 or 85, there was a commotion on the front lawn. My two uncles were beating the hell out of each other on the front lawn of grandma's house.

I went inside, and my father was watching a nature show on tv. "Shouldn't we help break them up?" I asked my dad. "No," he said solemnly. "Leave them fighting." I peered outside the window. That awful uncle Ron was being beaten to a pulp by my other uncle Jim. What a sight to see.

A few minutes later, the police showed up and arrested both men.

There's nothing like being confronted by a drunken and raging stepdad, threatening death, half blind drunk from rum.

Oh those wonderful memories.

That crazy, awful uncle I had who would try and terrorize people with his knife and talk about "fighting at night". The man was a looney, addicted to cocaine, and out of his mind. He later died poor about 10 years ago. Good riddance. That awful piece of crap had the nerve to call me when I married my first wife - and let me tell you it was a complete trainwreck. I swore I would kill him if he would ever call me again.

He never did.

Menacing uncles, creepy men, oh I have seen it all.

Good riddance.