A Passing

Death visited last week, not for me but for my younger brother. The poor boy, always distant, a bridge burned far in the past, passed away alone. I went home, grieved, reunited with family, had sex, then buried him. Following the burial, a drunken night around burning wood played out. It's weird to have a good time with family after burying a member of said family.

I'm home now back into the routine. Not the one prior to my brother Justin's passing, but a new one.

Hmm. What else to talk about?

Nothing much. Nothing new.

Not yet, anyway. Stay tuned.