my cousins are back, and with a vengence. this time they do not bring wild turkey but they bring..... um.... old memories.

we headed over to the thai bar. its turns out that the waitress there (Tong) liked me, but was too shy, so she told Carol, my Dad's old friend who happened to be there and who also saw me naked running around when i was 3.

it turns out that i liked her too, but i figured it would be too cliche to ask a bar waitress out. not my style. but off a hint from carol and MGD confidence it turns out i asked her number. she said no. then came back 15 secs later to ask if i was serious. she asked me for mine. i wrote my home phone and cell on a bar napkin she passed to me. it was like a movie. i gave both numbers not because i was desperate, but because my cell is broken and nobody can hear me when i pick up unless i put it on speakerphone.spearboxxx. speakerphone.

when we walked outside, the bar was closed, it was dark. Tong said she saw a ghost. I saw her silver v6 honda accord witht he license plate "love 79". but she was born in '80 so she says.

if you ever get a chance to kareoke, try to do some linkin park. as my ghetto cousins would say, that shit be the bomb.

ah yes thats new news but let me tell you the old. i told my cousins about my theory about stephanie and their dad. almost crying i told them this about molestation and their sister. they said they understood. in fact, dean drank so much that night he was talking non-stop and for the first time ever i saw him yell at pat, his brother, and they almost had a violent argument. i stepped in with my few but powerful words of "thats enough", "you guys are brothers", and, "we're all family, we love each other". except it was strange because those phrases combined make a much better statement than spaced out over the 5 minutes i interjected them.

i still can't believe i drank and kicked it with a 50 year old white lady who saw me naked when i was 3.