I was the victim.
I was but 7 years old, my brother 10. We were at the crazy golf course and bro was swinging his putter around as though on a driving range. I was stood right behind him and was smacked in the centre of my forehead. The wound gushed. I have bad memories of Dad taking me to hospital with blood in my eyes. I was fixed up with those adhesive strip things that aren't as good as stitches.

I was told that they would come off naturally after 14 days or so, but bro stood me in front of the mirror and started picking at them after a few days "to see what was underneath". I remember crying and crying in agony and him just teling me to shut up. Cocking bastard.

The worst thing I did to him was when I punched him hard in the face at the age of 18 after he'd been acting like a git. He went quiet for a few days and then had an uncontrollable fit of temper which ended when he kicked a hole in a door. It was ace! He realised he couldn't bully me any more so took it out on my parents' home. They weren't pleased.

Apols for being inane. My brain hurts after scrutinizing NOESY spectra of quinine to find positive NOEs induced by slow tumbling in a viscous solvent.

Up the gays! 8==o - - -
(jokaah, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 16:18, Reply)