Maybe I'm crazy or we are a system
I've always been different, always ridiculed for just being myself. My brother was my number one critic, in typical GenX ways, he punished me regularly for being alive. My parents were young teenagers when they got together, first a pregancy, then a marriage, and a baby was born, and passed away eight days later. As much as that was the universes way to say, they should part ways, they gave it another try. Soon as my brother was born my father had better things to do then to stay home after work, the bar was way more fun, and perfect for job prospects, he was a drywaller and general contractor who wasn't interested in punching a clock for a boss. He had to network somewhere and if he had to much to drink, or didn't come home that night, that was just part of the job. Keeping mom pregnant and keeping money away from her kept her home, whether or not she was happy. (gotta love the 70's) In the two years before my life began, my brother and father developed a ...