My family is fucked up.
What’s that? How fucked up are they? See if you can wrap your head around this one…
My grandfather’s twin brother John died on Wednesday. His wife called my grandfather on Saturday to inform him.
“Oh I just remembered I hadn’t told you…your brother is dead. Have a good weekend!”Now, before you start to feel all sad for me I want you to realize something. I’m 34 years old and I’ve never met this man.
Not one fucking time.
He lives in town.
My mother hasn’t spoken to him in over 40 years.
Did I mention he lives in town?
He basically decided way back in the din of antiquity that he wanted nothing to do with his family. He literally told his sister that if any of them died he didn’t want to be notified and he certainly wouldn’t be coming to the funeral. He also told her that when he died he didn’t want them coming to his funeral either.
That my friends is some hardcore shit.
Uncle John was a very wealthy individual. He married into money and was apparantly ashamed to have come from such humble roots. He was also an alcoholic who had his license suspended so many times for DUI’s that he was banned from ever having a drivers license again.
As of this writing I’m not sure if his own fucking children know that he’s dead. I would love to be at the will reading though…I bet they all get shafted after having to put up with his cranky ass for their entire lives. That would rock!
My response when my mother told me?
“Well I’m sure Satan has a nice warm spot set up for the old cocksucker…here’s to one less asshole on the planet.”The news did start me to wondering though. Was he ashamed of us or was he ashamed of himself.
I mean, what a sad way to go through life…worshipping material things, always worried about what other people’s opinions about you are, trying to maintain a perfect image, a virtual slave to your career…all the while hiding a consuming addiction, a loveless home and a dead soul. Death would almost be a release from such a hellish existence…well that’s my view anyway.
See, I’m a simple guy. Not simple as in I drool on myself when I tie my shoes, but simple in that I just don’t get caught up in all the unimportant useless shit that fills our world.
I’m not going to lie to you and say that I wouldn’t love to drive a Ferrari to work every morning while wearing a $2000 Armani suit, but I’m not going to suck a big corporate dick everyday for 9 hours and whore myself out to do it. I’ve got something that I think is much more valuable then anything that can be bought, sold, traded or acquired…and that’s self respect. Besides how cool can you look while driving in your Ferrari if you’ve got corporate spunk crusted into your fucking eyebrows?
I get up every morning, look at myself in the mirror and I’m not ashamed of what I see. I doubt Uncle John could ever say that. What exactly did all his “success” bring him anyway? He gave up his family in pursuit of the almighty dollar. That sounds like a pretty shitty transaction to me.
So long uncle John…too bad I won’t miss ya.
