it hasn’t been easy trying to write blow2.  Growing up in the family of George Jung wasn’t easy. Every family dinner I remember all the parents and grand parents getting together in one area. Either outside if it’s a BBQ, or in the house. Always the voices would be hushed when Uncle Fred Jung showed up.  That’s George Jung’s dad. He was a big dude always smoking a cigar. Dutch folks are kind of interesting. To me they seemed fairly progressive and forgiving. Not sure how George Jung ended up so fucked up with all the chances he had.  My story is eerily similar even though I never met George Jung, only his sister, mom and dad. George was gone and not allowed around by the time I was aware of my family name. I wasn’t aware of George Jung until well after this story was over. I am not sure if that’s good or bad for me…but it makes one hell of an interesting story. More to come soon. I will try to email everyone periodically links to my updates…

Best,

Kevin