One summer Brent got super drunk and almost killed my sister Miranda and himself by almost lighting his gas tank of his motorcycle. My sister grabbed the lighter and went back inside. Brent rushed to the door my sister not knowing our locks got shoved into the wall trying to defend herself along with keep Morgan, Cameron, Wesley, Devon, Brandon (my brother), and I safe (There might be a couple more people but I don’t remember). Danny (my sister husband) tried telling Brent to leave and just not fight no more. Brent being an ass like always (laughter) shoved Danny out of the way. My friends and my brothers friends along with my brother and I heard from upstairs from Brent to my mom and sister, “Do you want me to get my gun, huh do you?” My brother’s friend Cameron said “If he tries to do anything I will knife him.” We all laughed and Brent left along with my friends and Brandon’s friends. My mom, Brandon, and I left to go to Matlock where Danny’s grandparents had room for us to stay. The day after mom and Brent sat down and talked about everything and he apologized and said he’d stay away from whiskey.
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Non-FictionThis is literally my life written here. Like it or not I'm not perfect. You can judge me, yes, but make sure you're perfect first, or at least judge me with the correct capitalization and punctuation please :).-Sam ---This took guts to write this an...
