welcome... out?

despite taking the occasional jab from boyfriend about being de dedo parado (read: kind of snobby) my family is anything but the typical wasp family (for starters, my parents are divorced, my mom is catholic, etc.):

on monday my uncle gets out of prison after fifteen years.

and we're not talking about after serving time for a white collar crime either.

drunkenness and violence and brain damage were involved.

anyway i got an email from my aunt about having a "welcome home" party for him next week. i don't remember much of my uncle. i know my grandparents' first bird used to repeat his name in the same voice my grandma used to get his attention when he was still living with them. when i think of him i just think of a greasy-haired guy who smells like he just rolled out of his bed in his dark, closed, stuffy room in his parents' basement.