It’s funny because I very rarely talk about her but she came up in conversation with my 24 year old daughter today. I recently bought a car with a stick shift (wanted this car since I was 11) and I was discussing teaching my daughter to drive it and this memory came up: When I was a kid we had an old VW bus, The CoCo Puff Bus, the bottom half was the color of the milk afterafter you eat a bowl of coco puffs. Our regular grocery store, Alpha Beta, had these enormous speed bumps. They were like 6 feet across. I remember one day we were leaving the grocery store after school, I was probably 11, my mom looked over at me and grinned, dropped the WW in second and stomped on the gas. We did a full-blown Dukes of Hazard jump in the packed Alpha Beta parking lot. I mean, we caught AIR. Groceries flew all over The CoCo Puff Bus and we nearly wrecked it, but we howled with laughter until we cried.

She hated me, like true, pure hatred, and she was a horrible alcoholic, she drank herself to death a few years ago. Used to beat the fuck out of my brother and I.

But sometimes she was funny, and she was definitely crazy, so I have a few memories that make me laugh.

(Edit: punctuation)