ther's all ways// sunshine above// the grey sky i will// try to finde it

bye: robinson /madman/ jeffers

: : : SOME distant distant relative with hair combed there and a rentatux comes over to my step great great uncle Nice party John he says a loud voice.

I dislike that when people assume that all old people (ie 65 years of age andor above) are hardonhearing. Even if the man they are talking is at one hundred two, they still shouldn't do.

John my step great great uncle is sixtyeight I think though. He has a headful of grey hair, and a tux. I personally think he could give a damn about this party, Frankly I'm not thinking he wants be here. My step great great uncle (John) is able to have these big parties because he is or was the guy who creates or created all the golfball technology for Callaway golf, a very famous and prestigious golf company, Supposedly there is a lot of money in the game especially around now in times like these in this bull market. My step great great uncle owns or did own seven golf courses around the world.

He is real successful and very rich; the problem with money is makes person and everyone the person weird. Or paranoid.

I mean say if a "distant distant" relative, or a "long lost" relative comes by. Fishie.

The people around that person are to get paranoid about this "distant distant" or "long lost" relative. The people around this rich person will say something.

But I mean who cares what that person wastes his money on I mean it's just not of anybody else's business and more importantly it's not their money to worry abo.

: : : HERE I am sitting just trying get thru the night these woodenchairs that are too big and too low with a bunch of distant relatives that I have just trying to thru the night.

I say Hi to these people who have no values then they say something maybe like Oh who are you then? Yah my moms married Hunter Boyles. Then they might say Hey who is that? I will go Oh that is the great nephew of my step great great uncle John and they will go Oh right John.

I mean I like this party setting in all but nobody likes these distant distant relative I am sitting with. Casey is wearing a long dress she is the worst she has a nametag which we were all supposed get name tags but they were not out onto a table until after most of us arrived.

Most of them even brought a guest. I mean I don't know what the invitation sa, but I assume it only invited the person who got the invitation.

I ask my step dad who is the great nephew of my step great great uncle John about those distant distant relatives and he looks at my mom, his sister, his brother all sitting to his left on some lawn chairs and he says Who them? then I say Yeah.

Squinting, the sun was there too, trying to see them he says I don't know who they are Hunter Boyles says to the everyone on his right Probably business associates.

The sun falls down fast faster than a lamborghini.

My step great great uncle John gets up from his chair that is around his table of other empty chairs except his third wife Fea Sayers and he whispers to her.

: : : WHEN they got married it was a really big deal that Fea Sayers would not take my step great great uncle last name. So when they got married the priest said I now pronounce you husband and wife, then he stated their names: Fea Sayers.

Fea Sayers made such a ripple in the Boyles Family lake. My step great great uncle John gets up and heads to the bathroom I know because I followed him.

Have you ever heard the term, time flies when you're.

The saying should go, Time flies when in a state of deep focus. It is basically the same thing as having fun it's just mine sounds better.

I tell this to my step great great uncle John when he is on the way to the bathroom but I don't think he can hear me probably.

You see when I was in my deep deep focus outside the bathroom door my step great great uncle John had an aneurysm. I sitting there when a distant distant relative or maybe a long lost relative or maybe business associated cared or didn't care where my step great great uncle John was. He even asked me Hey do you know where John is.

I was so my state of focus. The funny thing is that my state of focus didn't mean anything. I was thinking about where I could have been I could have been with my friends sipping on margaritas and body shots off of beautiful women. I think of this stuff because I would like to do it.

When they found my step great great uncle John he was bleeding out the ears with his dog hanging out of pants with a hand on the floor in a pool of piss and blood on the tile next to the stall he was in.

His other hand was over his old saggy dog with grey pubic hair around his dog and balls. I was just staring at his dog. Fea Sayers was among the crowd looking not crying not with him but she was in such a state of focus she was probably thinking about where she could be. Maybe with her friends sipping on margar and body shots off of beautiful wom. Or even she could have been thinking of the diamonds and missing the when she was still youngish.

I was staring at his dog and on his old grey leg you could even see a faded, gross tattoo that I think said something like Property of Ethel, I mean it's cool he got a tattoo of a woman's name that he loved and the problem isn't the name Ethel, the problem is the tattoo.

bye: gracie /shark/ nixon