two truths and a lie

my grandmother taught my grandfather how to read. my grandfather threw his seventh grade vice principal out of a second story window, he went to Mckinley. after that, however, he never went back to school. he went to a reform institution, where they used him to test out new tattoo removal techniques. he had two tattoos, one on each forearm. they were both of ribbons. on the ribbon on his right forearm it said "fuck you". this tattoo was cut off. the scar used to be just below his elbow, but since he was thirteen when it was acquired and he has since grown, the scar is now closer to his wrist. the ribbon on his left arm had no text in it, it was burnt off. however, that was unsuccesfull and you can still faintly see it.

my grandmother grew up in california, she was an only child who enjoyed reading superhero comics and eating tar off the streets. she loves minorities and relating everything that has ever happened to her own life. she and my grandfather got married in 1962, they say they waited to get married until african americans got their rights. it was a protest thing. my grandmother is in love with john f kennedy. she used to be a chain smoker. my hands and my grandmother's hands look exactly alike, down to the freckle we both have between our left thumb and forefinger.

my family is entirely normal.

luvvv,

chloe