I miss my brother.
Went to lunch today with the “boy” (that are grown men now). We enjoyed El Patio’s on Hwy 501 S. They talked of “Eskimo Brothers” and “Alabama Anger (somethings)” only puke worthy conversation imho. You do not want to look those up on “Urban Dictionary.” Yep these are our well paid professionals.
I actually finished lunch first for the first time in ages. I had nothing to bring to this conversation, which I guess is the point of having me along on a lunching. I’m not too much fun to bring to anything anymore.
Mother and Father take most of the evening now. My wife is separated from me to take care of her “needy bitch-from-hell.”
Fuck this is depressing to even type.
God bless.