so life gets lived by the folks with some of the worst vices.
and then that ends up killing them.
my uncle Al, my grandpa's twin brother just died yesterday.
he followed his twin brother...after only about 6 months.
79 years old.
drank, smoked, gambled, stole, made and ate Chicago born food.
told the most rediculous but hilarious jokes ive ever heard.
that generation has been taken away though.
memories is what i have now.
and they wont fade.
the fact that i owe my grandpa and great uncle for their humor and gambling smarts and generosity....is enough to always have them along with me.
they lived tough lives as kids and even adults.
but they both were awesome elders...and made sure to always laugh at something.
never took shit from anyone even when they were wrong haha.
so where ever you are going Uncle Al i hope youre right next to your twin brother now.
my grandpa.
i'll always miss you guys.
-jeremy