Oh, what a lovely ham I think (Smell them pineapples!?) before pounding a 5th of Wild- Turkey. Leaping over the table, and kicking the holy shit out of your stupid fucking uncle, and dumb ass dad... Fake green grass in my hair, and halved & coloured plastic eggs scattering everywhere in the kitchen as my elbow lands in the 'Welcome back Jesus Cake'. Your aunt Matilda (with lisp) beating me over the head with that sweet potato spoon. I recall my first hemp sack race, and how I was surrounded by laughing children and love. Although, I was lonelier than ever... I was always the kid breaking windows, and writing sentences saying "I shall not lie to my elders". Smoking outside on those early Spring mornings and afternoons. Avoiding their eyes, and how they felt sorry for me, and my poor busted family. My dad sketching my Easters out for me on legal pad paper from prison. Mother, drug crazy on that island... Somehow all of the yellows and purples along with the sugar and small talk has always made me sick of you. Holiday friends, and family, so full of shit and petty insecurities... All of the Cool Hand Lukes in the world couldn't swallow the incessant amount of rotten eggs you boil to fatten your brood. You were never my family. You made me feel about as 'at home' as a nigger in Switzerland. Watching you grow into your pig suits and stack on all of that extra weight is merely a consolation prize in the grand scheme of things A basket full of old candy memories.