Open Letter to My Brother
To my brother...
There was a time we used to be close. A time when I meant something to you. Okay, so I was a senior in high school with a job who also avoided being home at all costs, but I did show up at some point during a majority of the nights I lived there. If it was before your "bedtime," we could play music and act like fools for whatever reason our sleep deprived selves could come up with. If I came home closer to midnight, I would chill in your dark room and we would talk about random shit for awhile, nearly silently to protect you from your mom and step dad, or my dad and step mom, I don't even know.