No Censorship!

Ah, the different faces we show the world. I had a glorious experience with self-censorship yesterday when my uncle visited me in Walla Walla for an evening as he was passing through Washington. There is nothing quite like the tireless examination of your bachelor pad for anything that might be considered morally corrupt by your family members. Throwing sex guides into the clothes hamper, tossing crack pipes into your hollowed-out Bible, and shoving Thai whores into closets and wardrobes is all part of the preparation I must go through anytime family visits me. The one thing I still do not attempt to hide from my family is my alcoholism and that is only because I am usually sauced enough by the time they arrive in the afternoon that I can go without booze for several hours. They just think I'm acting silly, and it reminds them of the old days when I was in elementary school and I would stumble around the house knocking things over and cursing at the pets. I think that was caused by the scoliosis medication. Remember scoliosis?