The Barbecue

Uncle Vick killed 3 people during the holidays.

Uncle Vick got me to start this blog.

Uncle Vick always needs a shave and he's got what my parents call a "pot-belly." He told me since I was depressed, I should start a blog because it would help to get out my feelings.

I stared at him a long time - because Uncle Vick's way of "getting out feelings" involves a meat-cleaver. But, as they say, there is good in everyone. I was tired of screaming in the car when I was upset, so I took Uncle Vick up on his suggestion.

We have a family Labor Day Barbecue coming up. I'm dreading it...