Hit in the face with reality
My new poem is going to be titled, "hit in the face with reality"
A lot of interesting things have already happened today and its only 4:45.

I got up around noon and took a shower. Then Uncle Ernie came over and yes that is his real name :-P He brought his geetar and gave it to me...actually im just borrowing it. Same difference. Anyhoo, we were talking about when he went up to Wisconson to see Butch and he wasn't at his bar. He was talking to the bar-tender lady and she said that he got pretty hammered the night before and he would be taking his time to come in that day. And when he finally came in he started drinking again and just kept going.... I have officially lost all respect for my Uncle. And thats it. I don't get it...and thats the reality lesson for today. I dont even want him here for my graduation anymore although it would mean alot to me if he was there...it would mean more to me if he was sober...

A couple years ago, my uncle commited suicide two days before my birthday. I spent my 10th birthday in a funeral home staring at my uncle's lifeless body. I didn't understand...now I do. He suffered from alchoholism and he killed himself because he couldn't take it anymore. I just don't want that to happen to Butch...or bonnie or tom...I want to stop it, but its too late.
And i have no respect or tolerence left for my family.

Keep rockin the free world,
Kel
"Its hard to say what it is I see in you wonder if I'll always be with you...words can't say, and I can't do enough to prove, its all for you"
~Its all for you, Sister Hazel