Jan 31st, 4:37am
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Memoir:

Like new friends pretending to be old friends, we talked. It was awkward and stilted, but we did the best we could. The beer helped, it eased us into a relationship that had been stunted for too long. 

This is what it felt like to have a brother.

(Christmas 2010)


This is all a dream--A form of chemical madness. We are all just "bugs in amber."
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