Let the biotching start
Soooo my two weeks in hell are done, over, thank god. When I say hell I
mean my grandparents. Just me and my sis…. Two weeks buy ourselves. I
guess the random 2 or 3 days we use to stay just for visiting weren’t
so bad… But two weeks you realize some things. Things start to happen.
You realize that both your grandparents are old racist sons of bitches
who think you’re just an absent minded “child”! Yes they kept calling
me a child! Like I was 7 years old, after the first couple of days that
really got annoying, and it was very demeaning I thought, I mean here I
am driving them all over this small ass hick town and they kept calling
me a child, and its not a slip up either, it was with some of the
rudest tones ever… Aside from being called a child I was called upon to
do the most daunting of task. Get some milk from the fridge even though
my grandfather is sitting right in front of it, crap they could easily
do themselves, they weren’t happy to have us visit, they’re happy they
had slaves for two weeks. I was constantly under minded, having to
swallow my pride on several occasions. Some that would make even grown
men crack. I was humiliated…. By my own grandparents. BUT! I’m all away
from it now and for what? A check for 400 dollars that goes toward my
laptop. That’s right bastards pay the fuck up! They are from a
different era from a different time, they believe in different morals
than I do. Oh how times change. It was depressing to be down there. It
was sickness and poverty all around me, that’s not healthy. Old people
hanging on to life by a thread… homeless and damn near homeless… Albany
is a horrible place, never visit. EVER. I’m home now, happy happy
happy…. Ahh friends I’ve missed you all