Monday, October 26, 2009

I wish vincent gallo was my uncle with a drinking problem. We wouldnt see eachother much. Just at family functions, where he would show up late, say nothing, or conversely, say something that would ruin christmas and get him kicked out of the house. I would join him on the porch as he was leaving and we would share a cigarette in the cold , while he imparted to me some bullshit advice that would only make sense to me on drugs or in the next ten years when things got rough.