So I have to lead off with this; my family structure is all fucked up, lol. It is almost a Jerry Springer episode on acid. There are so many dark secrets and rifts that you'd think you were in the 1800s. I know some families have it way harder, I'm looking at you Kennedy family. We all have those family members that we miss, dead or alive, for one reason or another. The one person I miss the most, and who is very much alive, is my uncle. See, he's not like any other uncle, you know, the creepy one that hits on underage girls and makes derogatory remarks under his breath. No, he's the badass one who introduces you to fucking awesome music and how to jump the biggest fucking ramp on your BMX in Rocky Point, NY, ever! I grew up with my uncle, who was a big part of my life and a significant influence on who I am today. My family has been broken since I was very young, and I'll leave it at that. However, the one constant up until my early 20s was my uncle. Se...
Just my thoughts, fiction and non-fiction :)