We're sitting at my grandparents house, its Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, I can't remember. We're sitting around the table, almost all of us are here. My uncle has taken my aunt home to get ready for her shift at the hospital (she's an RN). They're youngest daughter, the crazy one, is late. I remember her walking into the house, with her boyfriend. She is going through one of her phases and is pretending that she is a mexican gangster. I remember thinking that she is a dumbass white girl playing a role, looking the fool.
They come sit at the table and she's rambling on about some girl that she'd seen talking to her boyfriend, that she's late because she had to teach her a lesson. She is young, full of emotions and loud. My grandpa humors her and asks to hear the story while the rest of us are looking around at each other, some of us rolling our eyes. We know that crazy is going to spill a story, a story that will be embellished with how awesome tough she is. I can't wait to get away from the drama.
She starts telling her story about how she saw the girl downtown, made her boyfriend pull over and jumped out of his truck. The girl saw her and started rolling up the windows of the truck she was sitting in. So crazy cousin jumps into the back of the truck, kicks in the sliding window and reaches into the cab, grabbing the girl and pulling her out through the back window. Then proceeds to kick the shit out of her. Wow. Small town stupid on display on main street. She is actually proud of herself and how she represented her colors, taught that whore a lesson.
On the way home that night, my boyfriend and I are talking, thankful that we're only in town for another day. I want to pack and drive home, but its the holiday and we've promised to spend the next day with his family. His family is twice the size of mine and drunk. Mine's crazy. Heads or tails?
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