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There are eight of them.

They all know each other.

They are really happy to be around each other.

Men are drinking and smoking cigars.

Women are drinking and laughing at men's jokes.

And they all seem so happy.

Fucking South Jersey Union Trash...

But they can't stop laughing.

They can't stop being happy, and talking about births and birthdays, and then next time they will meet up.

And they are already planning their next meeting.

It'll be a brewery tour,

And a sleep over,

And brunch in the morning,

And they keep on arguing on who is gonna host,

Like they all really,

Truly,

Love each other,

It's so fucking amazing,

Whenever one of them dies,

They'll all show up.

I really wish I had an extended family like that.

There are eight of them. They all know each other. They are really happy to be around each other. Men are drinking and smoking cigars. Women are drinking and laughing at men's jokes. And they all seem so happy. Fucking South Jersey Union Trash... But they can't stop laughing. They can't stop being happy, and talking about births and birthdays, and then next time they will meet up. And they are already planning their next meeting. It'll be a brewery tour, And a sleep over, And brunch in the morning, And they keep on arguing on who is gonna host, Like they all really, Truly, Love each other, It's so fucking amazing, Whenever one of them dies, They'll all show up. I really wish I had an extended family like that.

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Yeah. It is sad. I type this while trying to see through a watery prism, trying to contain the flood that wants burst through the dam.

I have a good friend that I have known for over thirty years. He and his family are coming down from Tennessee for a week in the middle of March. We are meeting out at Lake Fork where we will get to test our skills at who can catch the most large mouth bass, and talk shit to the loser who has to buy dinner. His son who just graduated high school last year is coming. So is his daughter and her new fiancé who I look forward to busting his balls to see if he is worthy of Godfather HooBeeJoo's approval.

I can't fucking wait. It feels like light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Getting my gear together has given me a great distraction from all the bullshit.