FREAKINESS!

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So today I learned that my mother slept with a man who slept with Reynolds Price.  There are some things no child should be told...  

THE GAYNESS, IT INVADES MY LIFE!  

This, combined with the fact that she insulted Ken Kesey and narrowly avoided getting raped at gunpoint by a madman in the slums of North Carolina when he broke into her house, by screaming "I don't have time for this!" and storming out the front door (figuring he'd be too surprised to pull the trigger.  He wasn't, but the gun was loaded with blanks and the dude was *actually* mad), makes me feel...kinda boringly inadequate.  

Great.  My mom's cooler than I am.  

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Well, she was at Duke University and she was in this creative writing programme and sometimes wrote stuff for the school magazine. It was kinda fun to her but she didn't really want to go on to become a writer - just something she was doing for extra credit, kinda thing. Anyway, Ken Kesey was coming to do some talk and there was going to be a dinner afterwards where you could chat to him more personally - kinda like those fandom breakfasts you can by tickets to at conventions, I think.

They didn't have enough people (apparently Ken Kesey wasn't *that* big of a draw) so someone asked my ma if she'd come along to boost the numbers. So she said, sure, okay, and ended up sitting next to Ken Kesey. Who was pissed cos the whole thing was pretty poorly handled.

He basically ended up saying something along the lines of, "What is this person doing here who's never even read my book?"

To which my ma spat, "Yeah, well you haven't read my story either and it was *shorter*!" and stormed off.

...she seems to have a pattern of yelling things at strange men and then storming off...