You have not seen your family since that bitter night and the violent fight. You tried to kill your brother with a red hot fire poker and he and you dad beat you down and kicked you while there until your ribs snapped. You didn't call, don't no they're numbers. You just show up at seven P M and knock on they're door. The door opens and its your brother. The ugly mass of red hot poker scar tissue standing out like a angry protest. AS soon as he realizes who you are he pulls a handgun from the back of his pants. You get three steps run then its a clip in your back. He gets off under the stand your ground law. Amen.
The End