My brother had a gun.
How fucked up is that? Why I am writing this? I’ll tell ya now. Last night I went out for a drink with LL. Ok what I mean by “a drink” is a whiskey shot followed by a beer. So this weird crack addict at the bar tried to smell our whiskey. He also made us get out of the way as we were viewing some art on the wall so he could roll a joint. Seriously, I don’t know how I seem to always cross paths with these crazies.
Anyway, Mr. M san-teen comes around and wants to go to another bar. So we go to this bar, oh actually this first bar we walked into was under construction. So we go to Verlaine. Randomly, Josh was there with his family eating a bunch of food, because his sister just got back from London (oh, that place.) Josh’s family leaves and josh tell us to finish their food (mmm wings and chicken on skewers and some other veggie thing.) I tell you, if you give me and meat or vegetable rapped in a crispy crust of filo-dough –like stuff with a dipping sauce, I’m a happy gal. Like those sausage rolls in London! And those chicken cigars I had on Sunday!
Back to the subject. So some other random ppl from my high school –SHS were there too. Oddly enough these ppl were also the only ppl in a Syos (my home town) bar around Christmas. But I guess they live in NY. People in NY need to always be out a bar even if they are in their home town. So I was like, “you guys are from syo too? What year did you graduate?” they were like, “1995.” I said, “Oh you prob don’t know me then, but you might know my brother, ‘shocks’ he graduated in 1992.” The girl was like, “oh wasn’t he like a big bully? Oh no, I didn’t mean that he was just a big guy.” This other guy was like, “yeah I had a few encounters with him behind the Carvel Icecream.” Yep, that was my bro. Which I thought was pretty funny.
But then I got to thinking (oh no!). Is it really effed up that everyone and their mother in SHS knew my bro and bought d’s from him? They were all terrified of him. And its like..he is just my bro. But is it also fucked up that I always consider JT and josh to be like my brothers? I hardy even talk to my real bro, only about video games. He is always sleeping in front of the TV when I come visit my mom. And my mom and sis and me are giggling about stuff in the kitchen. My mom is like worried that he is left out. But I am sorry but like if we are having a conversation at the dinner table and my bro suggests we blow up the entire country of Iraq, there is just nothing left to say. I feel bad though he isn’t a bad person he just really is ignorant and cannot think critically. Here is a conversation I had with him when I phoned home from London in 2004.
Mom: Hi, want to say hi to your brother?
GJ: Sure
Bro: Hey, how is it going? How your job?
GJ: Good, how are you?
(etc etc for a min or 2)
Bro: So who are you voting for?
GJ: Kerry of course.
Bro: Oh, I mean I don’t know who to vote for, I mean I heard from some people that Bush was pretty popular and I hate terrorists so I guess I’ll go with him.
GJ: Oh, yeah If that’s…what you think………
UMM WTF? How sad is that? I didn’t even argue it. I’ll usually argue any point with anyone, but this was far too sad.
When I was younger before I did any drgs of my own, I used to spy on my brother, Like listen to him on the phone selling weed so I could get him in trouble with my mom. I was a little spy. I told my mom where all his porn mags and bongs were. He must have loved me. Then one day my mom was crying about something she found in the closet and called the cops. I never knew what is was, until one day JT was like, “you know everyone was scared to buy weed from your bro cause he carried a gun.”
How fucked up was that? Packing HEAT????Or is it not that bad? My family was white trash? I mean now I kind laugh at that.
Sorry for being Debbie Downer.
Love, GJ.
Anyway, Mr. M san-teen comes around and wants to go to another bar. So we go to this bar, oh actually this first bar we walked into was under construction. So we go to Verlaine. Randomly, Josh was there with his family eating a bunch of food, because his sister just got back from London (oh, that place.) Josh’s family leaves and josh tell us to finish their food (mmm wings and chicken on skewers and some other veggie thing.) I tell you, if you give me and meat or vegetable rapped in a crispy crust of filo-dough –like stuff with a dipping sauce, I’m a happy gal. Like those sausage rolls in London! And those chicken cigars I had on Sunday!
Back to the subject. So some other random ppl from my high school –SHS were there too. Oddly enough these ppl were also the only ppl in a Syos (my home town) bar around Christmas. But I guess they live in NY. People in NY need to always be out a bar even if they are in their home town. So I was like, “you guys are from syo too? What year did you graduate?” they were like, “1995.” I said, “Oh you prob don’t know me then, but you might know my brother, ‘shocks’ he graduated in 1992.” The girl was like, “oh wasn’t he like a big bully? Oh no, I didn’t mean that he was just a big guy.” This other guy was like, “yeah I had a few encounters with him behind the Carvel Icecream.” Yep, that was my bro. Which I thought was pretty funny.
But then I got to thinking (oh no!). Is it really effed up that everyone and their mother in SHS knew my bro and bought d’s from him? They were all terrified of him. And its like..he is just my bro. But is it also fucked up that I always consider JT and josh to be like my brothers? I hardy even talk to my real bro, only about video games. He is always sleeping in front of the TV when I come visit my mom. And my mom and sis and me are giggling about stuff in the kitchen. My mom is like worried that he is left out. But I am sorry but like if we are having a conversation at the dinner table and my bro suggests we blow up the entire country of Iraq, there is just nothing left to say. I feel bad though he isn’t a bad person he just really is ignorant and cannot think critically. Here is a conversation I had with him when I phoned home from London in 2004.
Mom: Hi, want to say hi to your brother?
GJ: Sure
Bro: Hey, how is it going? How your job?
GJ: Good, how are you?
(etc etc for a min or 2)
Bro: So who are you voting for?
GJ: Kerry of course.
Bro: Oh, I mean I don’t know who to vote for, I mean I heard from some people that Bush was pretty popular and I hate terrorists so I guess I’ll go with him.
GJ: Oh, yeah If that’s…what you think………
UMM WTF? How sad is that? I didn’t even argue it. I’ll usually argue any point with anyone, but this was far too sad.
When I was younger before I did any drgs of my own, I used to spy on my brother, Like listen to him on the phone selling weed so I could get him in trouble with my mom. I was a little spy. I told my mom where all his porn mags and bongs were. He must have loved me. Then one day my mom was crying about something she found in the closet and called the cops. I never knew what is was, until one day JT was like, “you know everyone was scared to buy weed from your bro cause he carried a gun.”
How fucked up was that? Packing HEAT????Or is it not that bad? My family was white trash? I mean now I kind laugh at that.
Sorry for being Debbie Downer.
Love, GJ.
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