I have a messed up family. Like some other messed up families, I have an insane aunt, drug addicted uncle, and a racist grandma. My uncle has been in and out of rehab all my life and always tries to get clean, yet untimely unsuccessful. Nevertheless, one Christmas when I was about ten my uncle was clean and had gotten all the cousins gifts. Sitting on my grandmother’s family room, everyone opened his or her gifts. He had gotten the boys beyblades and the girls a coloring book. Overall it was surprisingly successful for a man who barely knew us. Seeing what my other cousins got, I was mildly confused to find my present a bit misshapen, and very obviously not a coloring book. I tore open the wrapping paper to find a six inch mechanical medal
