remember when parents use to get shitfaced in front of their kids?

[TurdBerglar]

or was my family just being trashy assholes?

this doesn't seem to happend nearly as much as it used to amongst today's families. i just remember almost every weekend during the summer my parents either having some sort of gathering or going to one and all the adults getting totally bombed while the kids just ran around and played in whoever's neighborhood we were in.

i have vivid memories of my parents and my aunts and uncles and all their old friends sitting in the kitchen playing cards after an afternoon of drinking out in someone's backyard. passing around a joint and laughing it up and trying to shoo me out of the room. didn't realise they were smoking weed till much later in life but i still remember it.

i just remember when that shit was totally ok. you couldn't get away with that shit now.


i also remember all the drunken fights. jesus christ my family was nuts. i stopped going to these gatherings when i was like ten. even at ten years old i was getting old enough to realise this shit was getting weird.

one christmas we were at my crazy drunken aunt's house. everybody was there. the house was packed. i was like 7 or younger. me, my cousing who is a year younger than me, another cousing who was like maybe 14/15 and an adult unkle were up in someone's bedroom playing zelda. someone had just gotten a nintendo for christmas and we were all hypnotized by it. as my uncle was playing the game and my and my cousins were watching there was this loud bang and you could feel the walls and floor shake and lots of yelling. my uncle(who was like 250+lbs at the time) bolted down the stairs in an instant. my older cousin who lived in the house and obviously knew something was going down jumped out the window and fucking booked it down the driveway. me and my younger cousing were just left sitting up in that room just looking at each other. my mother comes running up the stairs and scoops us both up and flies back down out the front door to our car that my father had already ran to and started and we were off. my parents were dead silent. me and my cousin just look at each other all like wtf and i say.... is karly(my cousin) staying over for the weekend??? and my parents very hushly were all like... yes yes shutup. me and my cousin were just all like... YAAAAAYYYY!!!! completely oblivious to what was happening.

i never found out what happened that night. i should ask.