A lot of things happened to me today:

My uncle finally lost his battle against cancer. A battle almost nobody can win. My Dad called me with the news.

Still had Pho with my best friend Jeff (who I just found out his girlfriend calls me his second girlfriend, LOL), David, and gay-boy-hopeful Andrew.

Lets start off on David. I used to think his little comedies were amusing, maybe even funny sometimes, but now, afer he's come back from the army, I expect different, maybe a little more seriousness from him, but he still acts the same. Maybe he wants to show that he is still the old David, but I just find it annoying. I'm sorry man.

Hahaha.... Andrew. Man, everyone knows this cat is gay, and its just uncomfortable sitting around being touched by the gayness. He totally denies it. yeah right. I mean there's nothing wrong if he is gay, in fact, that would be awesome for him and we'd cheer him on, but staying in the closet isn't cool. Cmon man, everybody knows. Stop kidding around.

I still had a first practice with Mike even though my uncle died. BIG Mike. Went to school, everything. I guess I acted perfectly normal.

Next week I'll put on a suit and go to the Thai Temple where the ceremony is performed, and pay my last respects. However, before I do that, I do have to get one thing off my chest.

I ask myself, seriously, did my uncle molest my cousin, or cousins? I never did ask him or find out. I still can ask her, one day, and maybe she'll breakdown and tell me the truth about her father. A pedophile. Low scum. Thats why I can't bring myself to bear shaking the man's hand, even when I visited him in the hospital and saw what surgery and cancer had long since punished him. It was beyond horrible to see the man with his guts practically hanging out, heavy breathing, with only the little comfort of hospital pudding and TV to keep him company before me and my dad came. A man snoring in the next room loudly sounded exactly like a voice telling me this was not a respectful way to die, nobody should have to die this lonely.

Maybe he confessed on his death bed to my dad what he had done in his life. I know my dad will always love his brother, but I don't. I'm sorry. One day I will ask my cousin Stephanie what her dad did to her, and I'll know the truth.

Call it a hunch, call it instinct. But the day my Uncle hit on my girlfriend told me he was not a great man at all. And the amount of time he spent alone with my cousin, it seems not right.

It's funny I should have to live where that man used to. I know I will never ever be like him. My respect for women goes beyond mere holding doors. I grew up with my mother, which makes me a sensitive momma's boy. Hardened by having a Dad that wasn't there for me come back out of nowhere. Hardened a grandfather and godfather who were ex-marines. Hardened by sheer will to come up in the world.

Hmm I notice there's a lot more capitalization here than I ever use normally. It's probably me trying to be serious.

Funny how talking about someone else leads to talking about yourself sometimes.

Mike said he should bring his camera around and just catch the random snippets of conversation I throw out.

I told mike I was considering doing stand up comedy.