A southern gothic game of thrones.

When I was a kid I was fairly inept… my older sister was a near Olympian level athlete. And now she is a multi millionaire (owning dozens of businesses and featured in magazines). And I was super morbildy obese barely articulate and a borderline ostracized zombie like causality to television. I wanted to be a protege but was more a Owen Wilson character Eli Cash in the royal Tentamboums in my family hierarchy. And now I anonymously share my blog under the radar of my family except for a passive aggressive aunt who follows it and calls me a liar when addressing points I bring up. Things don’t always play out the way we want. But still we persist. I have started another blog which is more private but out there for those looking. While I don’t want to share it here… because ultimately it does not matter… I will likely try to post on here more regular again. Because there is people who consistently read this blog which is going into two decades old. And now having had almost a hundered…