Yesterday, my Uncle Larry gave me his guardian angel. This was significant because he has survived more close-calls and near-death-experiences than anyone I knew growing up. He's lost more blood than most people have in their bodies. It was also significant because Uncle Larry is a storyteller, so until he finally loses his marbles, you can be sure that you're going to hear every f*ck-up that's ever happened to him between here and Yreka. That was really inspirational to me as a kid. I wanted nothing more than to have crazy stories like my dad or Larry. I wanted to be a great storyteller like them. I just wanted to have stories of my own to make me worthy to sit at that table. And Christ, I guess you get what you wish for!
I'm worried that damn guardian angel was the only thing keeping all of Larry's spare parts together. But I'm honored that he decided to pass the f*ck-up torch to me. I will carry it proudly. There's no experience like a near-death-experience! Of course, after all the injuries and close-calls he's had, I think his angel might have been drinking on the job.
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