A Face Full of Grandpa.
Don't let the title make you run for the hills. It wasn't THAT kind of face full. Though it was almost equally disgusting. But we will get there. Right now, just listen. When I was 16, my grandpa passed away. Well, he wasn't my grandfather by blood. My folks adopted him in their own way. He lived above the pharmacy where my parents worked. To call that place a dump would be an understatement. You know those stories you hear about roaches the size of a finger? Those were the kind of roaches crawling around his place and through no fault of his own. The place was just trashy and not well-kempt by management. So, upon seeing his living conditions, they let him move in with us when I was about four years old. And for 12 great years, this man helped raise me and my sister. Let me tell you a few things about Grandpa. My parents weren't around a lot, so we were left in his care a lot of the time. We were closer to him than his own kids were. The man was maybe five fe