Uncle

My Uncle died today. Off to the hospital now to watch people cry. I hate hospitals; I feel that I have been to the hospital too many times for too many tragedies.

The ironic part is they are all self inflicted. My uncle was not taking care of himself and died of a heart attack. Surprise surprise. Condolences to the family, but they saw it coming, they just didn't know when it would happen.

Their story is the same as mine. My father was an overweight, diabetic, high cholesterol, hyper tension asshole. He was always in a bad mood, hated his life and pretty much gave up on living. He had a heart attack, and then a year later he had a stroke that killed him. Two weeks earlier he disowned me because I didn't believe in god. Good guy... anyhow, glad he is dead. Living with him was living with a tyrannical dictator.

My uncle's story was he lived past his professional usefulness so he couldn't find a damn job. He was unemployed 75% of the time. His wife is a fucking lunatic, who somehow is a psychologist and doesn't have a job either? The kids are taking the brunt of their crap and now are left with no income, a bat shit crazy mother and two mortgages.

Life is good.

Happy fucking holidays.