"Five years I was, no more no less when a ring rung on the door. Capable of simple thinking, i enquired about this late night ring. The mail man? surely no, it was almost night. the people who try to sell us things? not a chance, they have a family eating dinner just as i. and on this day, and many more to come, i opened the door to a large skinny man, six foot something and could hardly fit into the entryway. "Uncle Tom", I cried, as he handed me the white bag. Chick-fi-la it was, and would be for a very long time. my favorite uncle would become a sleeping buddy, a large companion, for the days he was in Houston, carrying with him the chickens patties as rent."
This theme comes with anecdotes XD
OKAY SINCE I HAVEN'T PUT IT UP YET, THIS WEEK IS SCENES OF NOSTALGIA. For me I began early on in my life, about my uncle, who at the time was a young and pretty well off man who NOW has 3 children, a normal job, and a wife. He was a free man in those days, and a friend, somehow like I am to Steven now :]
~My uncle.
