Dec 24, 2009 robotbutler Christmastime, late 1980's at my grandparents house. Bad hair,clothes & cocaine/alchohol abuse abound. My aunt, a hairdresser who's ex husband had snorted their salon in Seattle away, was just dumped by another rocker scumbag boyfriend. She was not talking to anyone & spent most of christmas eve in my grandparents' bedroom sobbing. Needless to say (at least to anyone who knows my mother, who has never met a situation she couldn't bitter into submission), Moms wasn't fucking having it. She barges into my grandparents' bedroom & loudly proclaims "just because we aren't fucking you doesn't mean we don't love you".... FISTFIGHT!! My stepdad(w/hi-lited Don Johnson hair & manicured beard,think "dick in box" JT) tries to intervene but damn near draws back a stump. Finally they break, my aunt is storming towards the front door. My grandfather (whose last christmas this would be) steps in front of my aunt. A Minnesota born farmer with huge cow lifting over barbed-wire fence arms, I saw it myself, bear hugs my aunt & carries her legs flailing outside. Being about 12 years old, my mind was too blown to remember much after that.

Nov 2, 2009 robotbutler is waiting until 7pm.

Oct 30, 2009 robotbutler is wondering why I just found out about this? .