Ok. Y'all know this has been a rough start to 2011 for me. I had to attend my gf's funeral. The service was very nice, and many people had some great stories about him. I learned some things that I didn't know.
However, I have to tell you about the minister. He apparently is a friend of my aunt's from grade school. Let's just say, he was unique.
I met him at the wake, and please let me describe:
He had on a gold suit. Yes, GOLD with matching shoes.
A bluetooth on his ear, and a toothpick in his mouth.
Y'all, he gave me that up and down "dirty old man" look. I was done.
He was doing ok at the funeral, until he started going to the LEFT. Please let me explain.
It became about him. He started talking about his past, and how he loved weed, and HAIR-RON(no, not heroin) HAIR-RON.
He asked people to raise their hands if they love weed too.
MY UNCLE RAISED HIS HAND. Do you understand what I'm working with.:)
My family is special. Yes, he raised his hand and looked around to see if anyone else did too. They didn't. I was done times 100.
It went down hill from there and lasted 3 hours. smh
I have more.