- Apr 16, 2008
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It was a somber time for us all. There were questions. There were tears. We lit candles and shit. It was a really nuanced, yet delicate group conversation.
My little 4 year-old niece was literally shaking in anger at the hire. She kept asking questions like, “Did he choke her with his hand or was it like a rear-naked choke?” Every detail shared brought more anger, more questions from her like, “Hang on, you mean he bit the bitch?”
It got to the point where there were literally no words. Thankfully, Aunt Mary borrowed the words of the great Gordon Lightfoot. As she began to sing, we all slowly - one-by-one - began to join in. After 7 trips through “Sundown”, everyone was much more at peace.
Even my 4 year-old niece had pepped up a little. “I bet that little shit Hubbard is going to sign with State now.” We all just laughed and said, “She’s baaaaaaack.” It was hilarious. It’s always hilarious when people say things at the same time.
Ok, well bye.
My little 4 year-old niece was literally shaking in anger at the hire. She kept asking questions like, “Did he choke her with his hand or was it like a rear-naked choke?” Every detail shared brought more anger, more questions from her like, “Hang on, you mean he bit the bitch?”
It got to the point where there were literally no words. Thankfully, Aunt Mary borrowed the words of the great Gordon Lightfoot. As she began to sing, we all slowly - one-by-one - began to join in. After 7 trips through “Sundown”, everyone was much more at peace.
Even my 4 year-old niece had pepped up a little. “I bet that little shit Hubbard is going to sign with State now.” We all just laughed and said, “She’s baaaaaaack.” It was hilarious. It’s always hilarious when people say things at the same time.
Ok, well bye.
