RoCkInG The Boat!

		Thursday, December 26, 2002
		Thank (Insert Name Of Preferred Diety Here) It's Boxing Day: Once again have survived the annual Visiting With The Relatives. This year's revalations included: A.) My paternal Grandfather, aged 92 has developed Parkinson's Disease and may have only a few months to live; B.) According to my First-Youngest Brother (FYB), my Next-Youngest Brother (NYB), the proverbial black sheep who lives somewhere in the deserts of Arizona, appeared at one of the local firestations around Thanksgiving looking for FYB, who hasn't worked there in at least 10 years, and in a drunken state insulted said firemen, who called the cops, who arrested NYB, who promptly slugged one of said arresting constabulary and was promptly thrown in the pokey. Mother, in a supreme act of self-delusion, claims this never happened; C.) FYB and I almost come to blows over his refusal to accept my extremely modest tokens of the holiday, because HE IS THE PROVIDOR and no one else may provide for his family, even at Christmas. We avoid the pugilistic exchange, and instead spend the evening wathing "Spiderman". I envision FYB for most of the evening wearing a Green Goblin costume; D.) Learn that Last Youngest Brother (LYB), Also Known As the 37 year-old never-left-home Brother (37YONLHB), disappeared for two weeks last month during an apparant meth-amphetamine binge. Mother, in her roll as Impossible Missions Force Coordinator (IMF-C), as per protocol, disavowed any knowledge of his actions. And people ask me why I've never settled down and raised a family... On the plus side, I DID have some damn fine prime rib for dinner last night, and got lots of gift certificates, with which I purchased some new boots, jeans, work slacks, socks, underwear, cat food and a birthday present for The Gavinator. Gee, and there are only 363 more days until I have to do it all over again... Posted byCOMTE on 8:39 PM

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