Snow! We have snow! Sad thing is had to blame it for the bruised cartilage, and sprained hand. What really happened was me and my little brother beat the shit out of each other. But we knew if we told our mother that we'd be dead.
So he was "sick," and our cat attacked his face. And I slipped in the snow. Not hard to believe since my heel on my boot is two inches high.
I think I am supposed to regret the fight, but if anything I'm hapy. I made him throw up, have a bitch of a head ache, and I made him bleed. All of that pent up energy, violent thoughts I think about him came out just a little.
I feel refreshed. Well worth the wounds. Aren't you supposed to let it all out? Don't bottle your feelings, opinions? What if the person you share with has the mind of a spoiled seven year old and thinks like their father?
He's already gone about life. He doesn't understand any of whcih I yelled at him as we beat the shit out of each other. Eating everything in sight, and playing video games. Doesn't understand why I'm still not talking top him, pushing him around, etc.
Like father like son.
