Now we see the dark side of fraternity life. For all of you who have been complaining about Carl joining a stupid frat and how evil they are, well, now you get to say, ‘I told you so!’ No, it didn’t happen in my frat. Still, it is the sort of thing that happens every year, somewhere.
On the other hand, it’s actually pretty rare! How many thousands of frat houses are there across the country? It’s only a handful every year, nationwide, that get truly stupid, where people get hurt or killed. When it does happen, it’s usually stupid shit like this, where a handful of brothers get out of control. That’s not an excuse, but it doesn’t mean we have an epidemic of abuse, either. Anyway, so much for the soapbox.
As many of you have suspected, or as I have admitted, portions of this story are semi-autobiographical, but the accent is on the ‘semi’! My real family is nowhere near as fucked up as the Buckman family. We’re only average fucked up, since we’re just an average family. Even though we live 300 miles away, we try to get there several times a year. Two years ago we took my mother on a cruise; she was 94.
We’re taking another break from Carl Buckman and going back to the Grim Reaper for a few weeks.