August 9, 2003
Christmas was always special when colored by the presence of the family lovable drunk. Not the angry, fighting, swearing alcoholic, although the person may very well have been an alcoholic, as a child, you don’t really know the difference. The uncle who sits with you at the kids table for hours after having a lot of “rumcoke” or “whiskies” and plays cards with kids, as though they were adults “Where’s your money, girlie. OK. Let’s play for fruit loops, huh?” “You call that playing cards? Jesus! Who taught ya that one?” “Noooo. Games 21 How many you got there? 18!