Happiness was the times I spent with my brother Anthony
Damn
Those were the days
We used to run and play.
I taught him to ride a bike.
We used to wrestle.
We still wrestle.
I always win.
My mom used to get mad at us when we were small.
We would leave footprints on the wall. How you ask?
Cause we were fucking cool kids.
That's how. Also cause we would spread our legs and climb the wall. It was scary once we got to the top.
I almost fell once cause my mom yelled. We also had fun playing tag with the neighbors. My brother is also my best friend. We used to take baths together. We also used to take pisses together. We did almost everything together. I raised my brother. Not my dad. ME!! Me and Anthony love eachother. He brings me happiness and anger when I'm with him. We compete in everything. We even compete in who gets more girls. I LOVE YOU ANTHONY. I hope he doesn't read this. As a big brother I protect him. But I won't act soft around him
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Kurzgeschichtenthis is my life story. its about my demons, my battles, my pain and suffering, my growth, and most important of all. why i am the way i am today.
