~giggles~

I used to say something similar about my uncle.

He worked in the tunnels his whole life, was a demolition man.
I never remember a time in my life as a child that when he came to our house (which was usually only once or twice a year) that he was not so drunk that he would usually hit a small tree or two in the yard on the way up the driveway.

We all wondered for yrs what was keeping him alive. I told my mother that I thought it was cause his insides were literally pickled from all the alcohol!

Had I realized before he died a few years ago what was going on in tunnels I would have asked him questions.

I wondered when I got older just how damn many tunnels could they need under lakes and shit,.
He spent a lot of time out west and quite a bit of time in Hawaii as well as up north over the yrs.
He was a worthless human, spreading kids everywhere he went and never took care of any of them. Upset my Mom terribly all the time.