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Thanks peeps. And sorry guys.
I'm in this shit hole of a country to make sure that my grandmother doesn't lose everything. I'm youngish and not fully retarded so I can take care of myself, she is neither of these things. Most days she's stuck on the second floor of her house, people rarely visit her, much less take care of her. Which sucks because she has a shitton of family around. I can't be involved with most of the big conversations because I'm a grandchild, but I can use my diplomatic powers to influence how it is all turning out by making people think that my arguments are theirs. It fucking sucks how my grandfather has taken care of my grandma.
I've figured out that my grandpa had half of his worth loaned out. Now, people are saying that the load was between them and him and since he died, they don't have to pay. So I went to go visit a 60 year old man, the guy with the largest amount. I tried to be cordial, but he got aggressive quickly. He tried to hit me with a small shovel and I tried to clothesline him but ended up giving him a 'rock bottom'. Two of his sons came looking for me during my grandfathers prayers, I tackled both of them in the stone street and gave myself a small gash. But this morning, I got the cash.
It doesn't hurt that I'm about a foot taller than the tallest person here.
On the plane ride here, I had a layover in other shithole town, and I'm pretty sure a guy tried to kidnap me for ransom. He asked for a light and I, the proper smoker, obliged. He then grabbed my wrist and went to put his hand in his bag. I slapped him, grabbed him from behind the neck and head butted him. Yeah, putting a gash on top of it was a great idea, btw. I then ran my ass off, all the way to the security check point and told them what had happened. I don't know the fallout because I threw a cap on and stfu by my gate till it was time to go.
The funeral was morose. Gramps was the old school head of the family, everyone was lost. Over 300 people were in attendance. Shit kept falling apart, and I was the only person biting my tongue and continually making arrangements. I felt horrible, but for my grandmothers sake, I was stoic. My aunts and uncles ask me why I don't show emotion, I tell them because I don't lose myself in emotion, when shit gets bad I stay calm. I suffer alone, privately.
I put it up on my FB that I lost my grandfather, within minutes I had calls from friends, family, even ex's. My parents got the same. It was great to get that support, but the people I haven't heard from are the biggest surprises. Thus I have coined the phrase: fuck bitches, go to funerals.
Fuck, its hot out here. AND WHY THE FUCK DON'T PEOPLE AIR CONDITION THEIR BATHROOMS?! I just love sweating as I shit.
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