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Cemetary Machete man.
2004-07-04 // 4:14 p.m.
So yesterday was my Grandma's funeral.
And there was a guy in the cemetary with a machete. The flowers couldn't get there, the service would be late.
We try to honor my grandma, and there is a guy in the freakin cemetary with a machete.
So anyway my uncle gets all pissed. He storms out to "take care of things"
When the service started the cops were wrapping things up. It was really bizzare. Cemetaries and Machetes DO NOT GO TOGETHER.
So anyway things went alright. My uncle annoyed the crap outta everyone as he talked. My sister got up to say something- she kept it short but shot me the evil eye all the way through.
No one broke our bare-minimum civility code, although it got close. Repeatedly.
There was also the standard small hostility towards me. NOt as bad as it could have been. Adam innocent as he is didn't catch it. The whole "I didn't recognize you", "don't feel bad no one does" little quips about my family involvement--
My sister is still competing with me, even though I refuse to race- I got my hair cut. She saw it said "it's cute" and then told me she was getting hers cut shorter than mine.
What a bunch of freaks.
Ended up hanging out with my former druggy rogue uncle who at this point is one of the nicest. Always has been really, but I was always under the impression it was the pot that kept him so happy.
Adam met my brother. He said he seems cool. My brother seems to be more friendly toward him than he was with Brian- probably because Adam likes to talk about his car and doesn't play Final Fantasy. You know- MANS MAN stuff.
What a bunch of freaks ;) It's totally inherited.