Sunday, September 26, 2010

Fear

Mikey always got what he wanted because if he didn't, Mikey saw red.

When I was eleven, I walked into the living room and saw my brother Mikey sitting on Diane's chest clutching a 10" inch serrated kitchen knife, Diane holding both his hands trying desperately to twist the knife out of his grip.

I just stood there.

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