>>121624I think they did. sorry my posts have been sloppy. I usually only post here after drinking a bit. I’ll try to write more clearly to the 3 people reading my posts XD. Even if no one actually cares, it kinda feels therapeutic writing about it, even if I’m not the one suffering most here. Also I’m going to be super rambly here, so sorry in advance. Also I know its probably obnoxious having me refer to my brother by older and young, but if I use a fake name, I’ll probably start using their real ones by mistake.
So, I showed up at my eldest brother’s house last evening. When I pulled into his driveway, I saw my second oldest brother since he was outside laying down a bunch of stones to make this terraced garden thing. In high school and college, he had a job in earthwork/construction, so he is pretty good at that sort of stuff even though he works in a lab. He zones out really hard with headphones and he didn’t notice me until I was right next to him. I spoked him and he dropped a big stone on his foot, but he was cool about it after rolling around in the dirt for a bit. He told me he was trying to make a cool new garden for my eldest brother because he wanted a nice garden and to change things up to remind him less of his wife and kid. I guess that makes sense, although I’m not sure why he doesn’t just move from that house if it’s that much of an issue being there. My older brother did not pick me up and threw me into a piece of furniture, so thankfully my dream about that was no prophetic.
When My older brother and I went inside, and my younger brother and eldest brother where inside playing call of duty zombies. I think my younger and second oldest brother carpooled after work to head over to my eldest brother’s house. My sister wasn’t there that day. For about 2 or 3 hours, we played zombies. When we were teenagers, we’d play zombies a bunch since my eldest brother bought a Xbox 360. I never liked playing it much, but because COD was the only game my brother would buy, the area I was in was too rough to run around, and I had no friends, it was one of the few things I had to do growing up for fun. The only person who hated it more than I was my second oldest brother. He owned a computer as a teenager that he’d play his own games on and was willing to do stuff outside by himself, so he never got as good at the game as the rest of us. We spent a go
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