Allow me to preface this entry with this thought. My family is crazy, but I love them anyway.

I don't know if I ever noted my family's flaws in any direct entry, but even if I have, they're on my mind and they'll prompt another entry.

My maternal grandmother. Grandma Edmunds, or when I was little and much cleverer than current, Grandma M&Ms. I love her dearly. She's been very good to me when neither of parents were, and she's been there when neither of my parents was. For this, I'm eternally grateful. She bought me a car so that I could have transportation, and she is a wonderful, selfless person.

My paternal grandmother. The wonderful Grandma Kelly. I love her as well. She lives down the cape, and I don't get to see her as often as I would like to. When I do get to see her, she spoils me well beyond what I deserve. I enjoy spending time with her, but she's very far away. Well, not so much anymore.

My paternal aunt. Aunty Chrissy. Love her to death. She's chic, she's funny, she's amazing. She's a ton of fun, and a really approachable person. Although, she can sometimes come across as being harsh and uncaring, she usually has my best interest in mind. She's all about the tough-love approach. I'm much closer to her and most of my family, and closer than both of my parents.

Leonard. Leonard is hysterical. He's really quite Irish, and he owns and operates a construction company in the Boston-area. He's an incredibly generous person, and he's really social. He's funny and sometimes can be kinda crude... but, he's great.

My sister. Ashley. She's great, and all, but I really feel bad for her. She's doing well with work and whatnot, but she really has nothing to call her own. She has her car, and for all intents and purposes is homeless. It's really unfornate. It seems like she lacks all the ambition that the rest of my family has, or, well, at least me.

My brother. Kodi. We hate each other. That's just the way it is. I hate when people try to counsel us, and tell us how much we're missing out. Whatever. Don't care. I hate when family members bring him up, and try to talk about him. And, I absolutely detest when they use his current misfortunes to make me out as an asshole for not caring about him. I just don't care.

My mother. I can't blame her, and honestly I'm quite ambivelent to her. The past is the past, and her motivations are lucid. It's really difficult for me to think how I feel about my mother. There are times when I just don't know about her. There are times when I miss her. She has done things that I don't think I can forgive her for, but I know that someday she's going to crawl back into my life. I know, but I'll deal with it later.

My father. If he died tomorrow, the world would be better off. Besides being an alcoholic and drug addict/dealer during my childhood, he's traded his addictions for a new religion: Scientology. Hundreds of thousands of dollars have been given to his new church. Let me say that again, and think about it really hard. My father has given several hundred thousand dollars to the church. Given. Several Hundred thousand dollars. Given. Why couldn't he give that to me? But, this isn't necessarily why I hate him. Actually, to say that I hate him is giving him a lot of credit. He's a worthless, bitter, shell of a person whose own welfare and well-being has always been regarded as being much higher than anyone else on the face of the planet. I have memories of childhood, that I haven't blocked out just yet, that describe him telling me of how awesome his childhood was, and then I'd snap to the realities of how much mine sucked.

Well, there are the characters, and I'm finished revelling in this. Perhaps, when I'm feeling more ambitious, I'll tell you more about the plot.

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