Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Untitled] My brother sliced his hand real bad today. He's afraid of blood and faints at the sight of it. When he called me I could hardly understand what he was saying because he was either crying, or too weak from pain. All I understood were "hospital" and "a lot of blood." I ditched class and drove him to the hospital. He needed stiches. Since I don't have the keys to the house anymore, before he passed out I asked him to leave the door open. As I suspected, he was lying on the floor as white as snow. My neighbor helped me drag my brother to the car. My bro is fine now... considering his hand. My father, however, probably beat the shit out of him because of it. Oh yea, I remember when I broke my arm the first time (3rd grade), I didn't tell anybody for over a week and a half. Eventually I did tell my grandma; my arm had to be rebroken and reset. Later my father beat the shit out of me. I never understood his logic but whatever works for him... 11:39 p.m. - April 27, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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