though i mean all this to say promises we make to ourselves are always nebulous. my uncle would have had something to say of the sheer brilliance yet coterminously exuded idiocy we existentially confused humans display in our day to day mindless interaction. he is in heaven now, i suppose. though for all his faith in humanity and invaluable insight as to the blatant obscurities and tell tale truths of the human condition i feel as though all his life was a tit for tat, pound for pound farrago of pranks between him and God. both thought they were right. what can you do? laugh. though, i wonder if it ever occurred to uncle k.jr. that his existence too, would precipitate in an aftertaste flavored as a joke. his best yet. that is something magnificient. so what i mean to say is he is somewhere not here, but not the heaven Christians envision--eating pie with Jesus Christ somewhere in the clouds--or something of that nature.