another time, at another family reunion type thing, that same uncle got in a fist fight with my dad. i remember eating my corn and watching them rolling around on the ground.

this very same uncle thinks that he has MS. he has the doctors convinced that he has MS. he likes the drugs. he has a little suitcase that he carries around that is full of all sorts of drugs. i think that the doctors know that he is lying but they want to get him off their backs. i know i would.