It was the day, early in the day I might add, and the lack of sleep the night before in anticipation of the event had yet to abuse my system. The meet place was an insurance company’s parking lot in a small town, that is actually slightly larger then the small town where in I reside. We, the fam and I, got to the parking lot before the bruthah man, and immediately the wifeykins is thinking he won’t show, or the time was wrong, or..or..or… I love her, but she makey me psycho at times. So he shows, dressed in a tye-dye of all things, along with his daughter. Now a quick side note to the daughter of the sistah and the bruthah.
Long before your tye-dyed informer bred and propagated, he was sucked in to his sisters’ pregnancy. I would pants her in the street outside her house, cuz that’s what brothers do. At least this freaky brother does that. So at the time I was working noc shift and was sleeping away the daytime hours as much as possible. But on the day of her arrival, I woke up, totally aware I might add (which is a feat in and of itself), and immediately called the hospital. I knew the number of the room, as I had visited my sis in her domicile of birth, so I dialed it up real quick like and sat at my table in my trailer of the time and waited for the answer. And waited. And waited. After my leg was jittering so hard and the wait was killin me, I leaped into my clothes and vaulted into the truck I had and sped on down the road. I arrived to a little girl child, the first I might add in the family, and was anxious about touching her. I was a smoker back then and was looking for the sink to be able to wash my hands and my moms says “You’re not the first uncle that smokes.” Seemed like words of wisdom at the time, so I reached out and grabbed her little hands and so began my life as “unca”.
But then there was VEGAS!!!!!
