a few weeks to a month ago my father sent me a letter in the mail saying that he knew that my brother was in kansas and if i was to see him to say hi and be nice to him....my father doesn't have any idea what had gone on...
so i come home early from work to find another letter from my father...saying that he know my bro is living with me and to give him a chance and stuff...say's and i quote "i know john ace(bro) is thee with you and i hope you can help him get a job." and there's more but nothing important....and he wants to know why i haven't written him back yet...well if he wants a letter i guess that's what i'll do....i'll write my father a letter and let him know how bad his first son fucking sucks and how bad he treated me and my fammily...and that i did everything possible for him and how unappreciative he is...and then he sent a few pics for my bro and some newspaper clipping from when my bro was wrestling...and i'm supposed to give those to him...the sooner i get my bro outta my life cuz to me he's dead....and he has until april 1st to pick up his bed and a few other things that we're holding for him...until he gets a new place...i told him april 1st this shit better get picked up or i'm selling it...which i'm sure that's what i'll be doing anyways...
i honestly wished he would just drop dead ... that way i never have to hear his fucking name again cuz i swear everytime i hear something about my bro i just get pissed cuz i remember how bad it was....and i'm glad its a lot better now and it'd be 10 x's better if he just wasn't in my city anymore...
that's all i have for right now...until i think of more shit to say later
Saturday, February 9, 2008
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