While removing my slippers, at 2:20 am, I’m suddenly struck by a revelation – although the slippers had no part in the “Ah Ha” moment.  It’s what was currently occupying my thoughts; I pondered over the reasons why I’m so terrified of driving.  I have a small accident and my drunk, irresponsible and abusive Uncle to thank for this irrational fear.  To make up for his wrong doings, and to keep me quiet, he always bought me stuff if that day or a previous visit was exceptionally brutal.  And yet through it all I still loved him and we always had a blast together, and generally just had an obscene amount of fun.

One slipper off 

Fun:  Laughing so hard you wind up on the floor, giving yourself a headache, wasting your time trying to catch your breath.  If you had anything in your mouth you either nearly choke to death or projectile whatever was very recently consumed; and you may as well just forget about your bladder. 

Other slipper in hand

My Uncle is/was like two people.  “Hurray!  Funny Uncle John is here”, to, “Please, dear God, let me outta this car now”, or, “It’s a lil tough to breathe with your hands locked around my throat.” 

Craig isn’t abusive or violent; just manipulative, passive aggressive, addicted to computer games, addicted to drugs and a world class liar. 

But, but we laugh and have the best time together.  It’s just that it seems… 

You have to deal with two people in one? 

Yes 

By this time both slippers had found their own place to settle in for the night.  I just stared at them 

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