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He chases some poor person out of the potty, springs out of the chair and hops on. Of course I wasnt there to help him but granfather knows the routine. But I wasnt there to keep his skinney ass from fallin in which IS EXACTLY WHAT HE DID.
He let out some loud bloodcourdling screams mostly from pain because he scrapped skin of his back and legs on the way down. Much to the misfortune of his family he is damn lucky to be alive because there were firemen working the food stand and they ran in to rescue him.
Looking into the gaping toilat hole they saw an indentation in the murkey prime evil soup which was made by a cardboard cone. In the bottom of the cone, which was quickley filling, about one foot below the surface but still snarling an gaspin for air was the head of my horrible ancestor shaking with rage. His hair was still neatley slicked and parted.
There were allot of expenses incurred because they towed his car and also granfather got arrested but first went to the hospitol- not the clinic but a hospital 35 miles away because they were affraid of being sued. They also put all the crap he bought in the car.
He got 2 summons for distourbing the peace and starting fights and resisting arrest. He can be very abusive and bites kicks and hits people even if there trying to help him. There was a woman cop he had some loud words with. He said that they shoudnt allow woman to be cops especialy if they had a face that looked like Sippowitz's nude ass from N.Y.D.P Blue. Granfather knows how to find and hit raw nerves.
Anyway thats where they found him and then they put his ass all alone in a six-man jail cell as not to prompt siucides from other detained cellmates. He was hosed down once more and they had got him some new clothes from the Salovation Army.
They had to rent a car in Dallas and go alltheway to where granfather was--i was never there but it was far. Then they had to pick up his car and replace the seats. (They were ruined. When hes a passengor I make him sit on Heftey bags).
Then they had to load all the colectible crap he bought into the trunk of the rental car. One of the things he bought was a small bottle of Avon Skin Sosoft that they always sell at these shows. While he was in the rental car, granfather drank it thinking it was some sort of drink. A few minutes later he pukked it up all over the seats. This too my dad and brothher somehow blamed on me as well.
CONTINUED: A disfunctional family reuinion of male-bonding