SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So as we were attending the Re-union I see my nephew. He was sprawled in a lawn chair ordering the kids around like his little servants.
A short while later he comes over to where I'm sitting eating and starts telling me about his life lately. I look up at him and can just smile.
He explains to me how hard his life is and how he's misunderstood. He informs me the police up there are out to get him and every time he turns around they're hounding him. They even went so far as to trump up charges against him and get him fired from his last job. (The trumped up charges were for Assault with a deadly weapon, Assault with intent and resisting arrest. The entire thing was caught on tape from multiple angles.) (He got fired from his last job, commercial fisherman, for using drugs on board the boat.) He then tells me he needs to get out of the area and wants me to allow him to move in with us. I start laughing and flatly refuse telling him he would be dead within a month. He turned and stalked off to complain to his mother.
A short time later my sister comes over madder than a pissed on cat. She demands to know why I wouldn't take him in. I pointed at him and explained.
Yes he was a big boy. He stands at six feet and weighs in the neighborhood of 200 pounds. He is also covered with Tats. Unfortunately his tatts are a joke. The tear drops coming from the outside of his eye. The Spiderweb on his elbow. The Maltese Cross on his back, all are meaningless if you don't know what they mean. Couple them with the fact that his shaved head is because of lice and not conviction. Couple these with the fact that his weight is just that, weight and not muscle.
What makes it worse is his language. Everyone is a Nigger or a Spick or a Kike or whatever racial epithet you can think of. Every other word is a curse.
What is sad is how he and his mother see nothing wrong with this.
It makes me happy that he doesn't share my last name.
Cat
A short while later he comes over to where I'm sitting eating and starts telling me about his life lately. I look up at him and can just smile.
He explains to me how hard his life is and how he's misunderstood. He informs me the police up there are out to get him and every time he turns around they're hounding him. They even went so far as to trump up charges against him and get him fired from his last job. (The trumped up charges were for Assault with a deadly weapon, Assault with intent and resisting arrest. The entire thing was caught on tape from multiple angles.) (He got fired from his last job, commercial fisherman, for using drugs on board the boat.) He then tells me he needs to get out of the area and wants me to allow him to move in with us. I start laughing and flatly refuse telling him he would be dead within a month. He turned and stalked off to complain to his mother.
A short time later my sister comes over madder than a pissed on cat. She demands to know why I wouldn't take him in. I pointed at him and explained.
Yes he was a big boy. He stands at six feet and weighs in the neighborhood of 200 pounds. He is also covered with Tats. Unfortunately his tatts are a joke. The tear drops coming from the outside of his eye. The Spiderweb on his elbow. The Maltese Cross on his back, all are meaningless if you don't know what they mean. Couple them with the fact that his shaved head is because of lice and not conviction. Couple these with the fact that his weight is just that, weight and not muscle.
What makes it worse is his language. Everyone is a Nigger or a Spick or a Kike or whatever racial epithet you can think of. Every other word is a curse.
What is sad is how he and his mother see nothing wrong with this.
It makes me happy that he doesn't share my last name.
Cat
