oh brother, where art thou?

in a world of 6 billion souls, aren't families supposed to give you succor in troubled times?  blood of our blood, lives within our own lives.  in a world of strangers, family provides us with the names, the souls that form our immediate walls against the hazzards of the world outside.

 

not for everyone.  in my case, i would rather have some other dead people i know live again in exchange for three of my older brothers.  there. i've said it.  these brothers, and their families can all go to hell for all i care. i will dance and spit at their graves.

 

people often have this impression that i'm an only child.  i don't know why.  maybe i do give out an 'only child' vibe or something.  because the truth is, i've never really felt like i had any brother.

 

again, i state my case briefly.  they can all die, and i doubt if i'd feel anything at all.