Today I am in a bad mood.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed....at least, that is one way to describe it.  But this isn't a modern day journal, so I'll get to pulling up the old stuff.

9/16/98
"Last night I was sitting outside on my Granny's porch writing, when, out of the stillness of a warm autumn night, I hear my [step]cousin and her about-to-be ex-husband and his momma screaming at each other in the middle of the road, throwing around lots of F words and other obscenities.  The cops came.
I tried to remind myself that they are just rednecks, mean ones, but they just wouldn't shut up."

Yes, this is them, the two on the left.  No blood relation (important note).