I couldn’t find any names in the story, but I’m wondering in the shooter was named Cain and the dead bro was Abel. Shouldn't have chomped on that apple, Eve
Bog, did you read the story? This time it was Abel killing the evil Cain. I am wondering about the race though, bad son MAY have had impulse control issues.
When my older brother, S, came home from Vietnam, he got into a horrible fight with my father. My dad hit him with a 2x4 (home remodeling) hard enough that the 2x4 broke in half. Dad got away from him and ran to his bedroom. My younger brother and I retreated with dad; S followed soon thereafter with a bad look in his eye. We manage to wedge S against the wall of the hallway and could barely hold him until he calmed down enough to storm out of the house. My dad was standing in the back corner of his room with a drawn pistol and said he would have shot him of he had come through the doorway.
I don't fully know how we held S. I once saw him grab my unconscious younger brother off of the floor of a reception hall, throw him over his shoulder unaided, and run down a 50 foot corridor and then sit him gently on the ground under a tree until he recovered. But, that is a whole different story...
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Damn, my family hasn't always gotten along but that's taking it to a whole new level
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I couldn’t find any names in the story, but I’m wondering in the shooter was named Cain and the dead bro was Abel. Shouldn't have chomped on that apple, Eve
ReplyDeleteBog, did you read the story? This time it was Abel killing the evil Cain.
DeleteI am wondering about the race though, bad son MAY have had impulse control issues.
When my older brother, S, came home from Vietnam, he got into a horrible fight with my father. My dad hit him with a 2x4 (home remodeling) hard enough that the 2x4 broke in half. Dad got away from him and ran to his bedroom. My younger brother and I retreated with dad; S followed soon thereafter with a bad look in his eye. We manage to wedge S against the wall of the hallway and could barely hold him until he calmed down enough to storm out of the house. My dad was standing in the back corner of his room with a drawn pistol and said he would have shot him of he had come through the doorway.
ReplyDeleteI don't fully know how we held S. I once saw him grab my unconscious younger brother off of the floor of a reception hall, throw him over his shoulder unaided, and run down a 50 foot corridor and then sit him gently on the ground under a tree until he recovered. But, that is a whole different story...