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June 23, 2012
Dark garage, cigarette smoke, white hair, beer, moods, bad backs. Back at my dad's house with 3 uncles up and my dad's best friend and his girlfriend, all chatting excitedly about this and that. The driveway was full with cars, the evening was making its way into the air. Talking about golf, the latest and greatest things. I was dispirited before I showed up, but left feeling like I had met a social need. As if I was being told that when I left the house I forgot to prioritize that one thing. One uncle was badgering me about life.