See you again in 8 to 10

My Uncle Joe came for a visit last night! He WAS my favorite uncle, until he ended up having to go back to jail for the selling drugs out of a CVS drugstore thing. While he was gone, Uncle Jerome became my favorite uncle, but mainly because he came for visits more, and usually brought me fireworks. Uncle Jerome doesn't come around much any more, because Mother blames him for my not being able to grow hair on the back of my head.

WE HAD A BLAST! Joe took Mother and I out to Pizza-Rama-Junction-Town and Arcade, a local pizza hot spot. We all split a pizza! Mother wasn't that hungry, so she just got two pitchers of beer, "for something to do while you guys eat". She is very aware of not making people self conscious while their eating.

Everything was great until Mother asked Joe if it was true about all the anal raping in prison. Upon hearing these words, Joe kinda stopped talking, and started shaking uncontrollably. It was funny, but in a "I shouldn't laugh at this" kinda way. Luckily he wasn't holding the pitcher of beer! cause that would have been A MESS!

Then Joe told us he was going to "show us what it's like in prison".

So, apparently in prison they take off their shirts, carve schivs out of beer pitchers, and stab people who tell you they are "just picking up some garlic knots". It was VERY enlightening. You know, you always hear the stories.

I gave Uncle Joe my address so he could write me once he got settled back into jail. He has always been such a positive force. I hope he comes back for another visit in 8 to 10 years. It would be good to see how he's doing.