Telling Stories

4 Nov

My family loves to tell stories. Sometimes we tell horror stories or stories about each other. Sometimes we can’t tell the difference.

We get together for holidays and birthdays. Storytelling starts after we have all eaten and the adults are half in the bag. That’s when everything you did that was embarrassing comes up again and the whole crowd can relish in your humiliation. No one is safe. Especially the dead and the mentally ill. We have an abundance of the latter.

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