My uncle's youngest son had a Bar Mitzfah many years ago.

My Uncle did not want my mom or myself sitting at his table and we ought to have, but he stuck us at a table with a miserable old lady in a wheelchair, a widow who only talked about how much she missed her husband, and a retarded guy with his parents.

I got food poisoning at the party, as did about 20 others.

I used that as an excuse to never go to any more family gatherings cause my family sucks, heh.


"I offer you a Vulcan prayer, Mr Suder. May your

death bring you the peace you never found in

life." - Tuvok.