For some odd reason, “prison” seems to be a recurring theme lately. Not for me, personally (hi, mom! no prison stays here!), but in the stories that people have been moved to tell me.
Recently I was talking with a friend, who had just visited with one of her friends to compare Thanksgiving family stories.
“I told him that my grandma was really crazy,” she told me, “and then he looked at me and said, ‘Oh yeah-how many times has your grandma been in prison?’ ”
“Uh, what?!” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Yeah, she has tattoos, too,” my friend replied, pointing to the outside of her eye and drawing the shape of a tear.
“His grandmother has gang banger tattoos?!”
“Yep. His grandmother kills people.”
Well that just conjures up all sort of possibilities in my head. LOL
The Wooden Porch says
That’s crazy!!!! Hub’s grandma has been married FIVE times, but no murder in there.
Yeah, we were pretty stunned ourselves 😛