Because I have nothing going in life but working, prepping for the trip, thinking about mom, being pissed at my jackass brother. Brandon is my rock right now. In his own way, he’s keeping me sane. We’ve gone out and done things outside the house all weekend. Partly because the apartment was so damn hot, but I know also that he wanted to make me feel better. The truth is, I’m scared. When I went home last time to see mom, I sort of expected to see her in worse shape. You know, sunken cheeks and bald head. I had...
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Yeah. You. My supposedly sweet natured, family comedian, mom’s favorite middle child brother. You’re a fucktard. You know that? You bet your drunken butt you’ll hear from me. You’d better answer the phone when it rings, jackass. Don’t make me call you at the office. As for the rest of you, good Wednesday morning to you. I apologize for the message to my brother. Pretty much my day has started with a frustrating call home. Details will be left out from here to protect the innocents and the jackass himself. You may be safe from the scorn of the Blogosphere,...
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