K, I'm not reading any more family posts until you put up a family tree so I can visualize the connections between Rich Crazy One and Crackhead Timmy or whatever.

The tie that binds,
Dix

That? Doesn't sound like fun. Crappy Monday, huh?

Name that tune: Pepper, by Butthole Surfers

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Sharice
She was sharing Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
[Chorus]
Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Polly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
And got him in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
[Chorus]

Cinnamon and sugary,
Dix

And softly spoken lies!

Whee! I love that song.

And I should totally do a flowchart for y'all so you can keep the playas in check.

Absolutely! Family tree and timeline.

Gotta document the crazy.

At the risk of overwhelmingly monopolizing your blog comments, I felt it necessary to comment on DtR.

I had a girlfriend who dissed me pretty bad. I was in a bad place and she left me pretty high and dry. Nothing quite as bad as what happened to you by your accounts (though she did cheat on me), but I also got the "I want to make amends" e-mail so there's a small common thread here. Oh, and it was 14 months later, not 14 years... so the thread gets a little smaller I suppose.

Anyway, she apologized in a rather long e-mail and my response to her was simply this: Thank You. Granted, she didn't want to become coffee buddies or get back together (actually, she decided about a year later to go and "play for the other team") but I recognized that it took an effort on her part to say what she did and wanted to acknowledge that.

And then, there's the flip side. That the effort was born of conscience and need for confession more than out of concern for my well being. That it was an act of self-preservation to relieve guilt on her part with little concern about how it would affect me. For that reason, I didn't respond beyond "Thank You". Her confession was received, but I wasn't going to make her feel good about it by opening a dialogue to discuss it.

I think your silence is the perfect response. You honored his cousin's memory by making sure that someone covered the event, but to carry on a dialogue about the past and his egregious behavior would only salve his conscience and minimize the consequences of his actions while only serving to reopen your old wounds.

Besides, isn't there already enough drama in your life?

Looking for love in all the wrong places,
Dix