fell on...black days
And the reason I don't care to write nonfiction is because - well sometimes life is a little too dark. Sometimes it is way too sad and usually way too real. People are always saying "Lee, with your people, you are ignoring a goldmine."
But sometimes it's not all funny stories about ballsy women and good ole boys.
I just got back from having dinner with my grandmother. She's had a bad day. My cousin (who I admittedly haven't spoken to in ten years) killed his grandfather yesterday (my grandmother's oldest nephew).
Stories with unhappy endings.
We have our fair share of characters, crazies, and morally grey people on both sides of my BIG family. My dad's side is the quiet ones, the keep to yourselfers. My mom's family are the one's who broadcast their drama and let everybody know more than they ever wanted to about every aspect of their day in and day out. I would have bet good money that this would have been more likely from the latter. They are the poorer side and the ones more prone to vice and violence.
I have a cousin who is exactly my age who has tried to kill himself and his mother and sister more than once. If my mom would have woken me up this morning to tell me he did this I wouldn't have been surprised. But Jordan was sweet, attractive, loved kids. They tell me he came to my grandfather's funeral.
I don't understand how things sometimes play out.
But sometimes it's not all funny stories about ballsy women and good ole boys.
I just got back from having dinner with my grandmother. She's had a bad day. My cousin (who I admittedly haven't spoken to in ten years) killed his grandfather yesterday (my grandmother's oldest nephew).
Stories with unhappy endings.
We have our fair share of characters, crazies, and morally grey people on both sides of my BIG family. My dad's side is the quiet ones, the keep to yourselfers. My mom's family are the one's who broadcast their drama and let everybody know more than they ever wanted to about every aspect of their day in and day out. I would have bet good money that this would have been more likely from the latter. They are the poorer side and the ones more prone to vice and violence.
I have a cousin who is exactly my age who has tried to kill himself and his mother and sister more than once. If my mom would have woken me up this morning to tell me he did this I wouldn't have been surprised. But Jordan was sweet, attractive, loved kids. They tell me he came to my grandfather's funeral.
I don't understand how things sometimes play out.