got beaten up my brother
Being a lightning wit and a smart-arsed bastard I take no shit from no man ever except if outgunned/outnumbered and this philosophy has served me well over the years until... xmas two years ago when my younger, fitter, healthier, stronger, angrier, shorter tempered violent madman brother needed taking down a peg or two, his delusional paranoia having gotten the better of him to such an extent he accused me of calling him a poof because two of the books i had given him for xmas had gay characters in them. The delusion was so well rooted in fact he had concluded that I had been planning this for some time especially to humiliate him over the festive period. Things came to a head and he invited me outside for a bout of fisticuffs which i good temperedly indulged thinking a punch or two may be exchanged before tears and embraces and apologetic epithets would ensue clearing the air and allowing us all to enjoy the best of the season. So... he charges at me, knocks me down, grabs my head and bashes it off the bumper of my mothers car a few times before laying a fair few boots to the face and guts and the most painful, frightening and shocking two and one half minutes of my life occurred leaving me with badly bruised ribs, a bit of a black eye and a fat lip aswell as some cuts and grazes. Needless to say we get on like a house on fire now. Fraternal japery and all that what? Blood is thicker than water, ho hum...
(bazmandublin, Thu 6 Jan 2005, 10:35, Reply)