The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, November 22, 2012

On the other hand, he looks ten years older than he is.

D's oldest brother is a complete asshole, but apparently he's gotten better over the years, which makes me shudder in horror. D handled being around him better than I did, but he brought out the bulldog in me. I have nothing good to think about anyone who could be mean to D, and I was reacting to my own father's abuse still lurking in my own head.

What a prick.

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