Home for the Holidays

Tonight began with a discussion about how crazy my grandma is and possible solutions where she would be happy with people of similar lunacy. That, however, is a topic for my book deal in ten years, after I spiral out of control and live exclusively on Hoof Prints, and go into rehab. You can go to rehab for anything now. Did you know that?
So we were talking about how old my Grandma and Grandpa were when they got married, and my dad told me that my Grandmother and her sisters all came to Windsor to work in their early 20's.

I guess that is what you did then. Like how everyone moves to St. John's to bartend and wait tables, with theatre degrees and folkfore B.A's hanging on our parents walls as if they were real and being utilized. But they aren't because we took far more from the experiences of that time, rather than the curriculum we paid for. An entire generation of 20somethings who were told they had no future without a college education, only to be told 5 years later, to Go Back to the Start, with our mountains of debt, and get a trade, if we wanted a career. Does that seem like really brilliant and underhanded advertising to anyone else? I don't know if this is necessarily the less travelled path. I'd hazzard to guess it is far more traveled than that the road that leads you to becoming an engineer or medical professional. I think maybe Im trying to say that, everyone has their own path, and nobody else can tell you where to go. you have to do it yourself or it won't make you happy.

Anyway he realized at that moment that he has no idea how my grandparents met.

I do love Hoof Prints. I wouldn't be staging it like the shit we watch now.