I messaged this to Bob on Facebook wondering what he would think of my attempt at some comedy since he is/was THE comedy writer.
I started this whole lifetime out wrong. Wrong side of the tracks. Wrong family. Wrong genes. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. My petri dish runneth over with dysfunction and dis-ease. I can even trace my troubles back to before birth. In fact, two generations back when the "sins of the father" declaration was visited upon my own recalcitrant granddad. As the Book says punishment will be served up through the third and fourth generations after making God mad. I am the third and gratefully with no children of my own, God can take a break.