Just Hicks from the Sticks

[the_notso_texan]

So I guess it was on the drive back from Amarillo that I started wondering how I became the product of these hicks I call my family. Everyone was asleep in the car, so it was just me and my thoughts...well me my thoughts and the damn satellite radio...now we get to listen to ‘classic hits’ EVERYWHERE we go. My mom was in the passenger seat only

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[thenexttomford]

The members of my family (namely my mother and grandfather) tell me stories about their well-to-do and priveleged childhoods all the time. Like how my grandmother would set up elaborate 5 course dinners that required about 285,395 pieces of silverware, and how my mother and her sister always wore made-to-measure dresses and lace gloves ordered from the latest Neiman Marcus catalog. (this made all the more exclusive considering that these pieces were being shipped to Puerto Rico in the 60's- a sign of ultimate extravegance at the time.) However, over the years, I've come to learn that my family is full of nothing but fakes. People who tried to make themselves feel important by indulging in the most luxurious of extravegances. After all, my grandfather was little more than a dirt-poor neighberhood kid in the boonies of Yauco, Puerto Rico (the tiniest shit-ass town of the island) And I've come to learn that my family is actually in a serious state of decline, verging on lower-middle class debt & poverty. Doomed before they even