Thats all it takes... or maybe seven the details become sketchy when dealing with Patron and Jose Cuervo...

I skipped out on class last night. I had to gather the laptop delete some FTP accounts so no unauthorized access happened. Plus I just deleted all the files and pictures I had on the drive. Better that way, who needs nosy techs snooping through a persons stuff? So yeah as I was about to box it up, having whispered sweet nothings, windows decided it was high time to install vista service pack 1. So I let it do its thing, while my desktop was busy transferring a large file.

I got caught up in watching some show on the history channel, and eventually fell asleep. Sometime, as I was mucking around with computers my little sister thought it was high time to go over to my cousins house to watch movies. They didn't movies... instead in their combined wisdom, they found the lure of Tequila more alluring.

My ass started to vibrate at 7:00pm. It was my cousin. I ignored the call, because honestly I'm tired of dealing with her computer illiteracy. That did not deter her however. She called the house. They were both drunk, I needed to walk over there to walk my sister back home safely.

Last night she got all introspective... the two of them apparently talked about some heavy shit. Skeletons best left buried deep in the family closet. Nothing good ever comes from expeditions there. Last night they talked about an uncle, and the things he did, and the people he did them to. Bloated with this courage she asked if he ever... me. She hinted if that's possibly why I am the way I am.

No he didn't... I am just me. A person doesn't have to be broken to be attracted to the same sex. She doesn't need to look for a reason... I just am. The whole stilted walk home was this overbearing drunken conversation that made allusions and innuendos and pissed me the hell off. I don't need to look at my past to know the way to my future... I just need a row boat. I don't need to think back on cousins that are dead and gone... I just need to look forward to the people I will meet.

I don't need to dig into the darkness that infects my families past. I don't want to know about it. I don't want to discuss it. I just want to look forward to tomorrow.

Tomorrow is brighter than any dark closet can ever be.