abadinfluence

ok, so my brother died in a car accident in 1996. for some reason unknown his car left the road and hit an embanked driveway on an amish farm. when my dad went to go clean out my brothers personal belongings out of the car, i had wanted to go with because my brother used to keep a baseball bat in his car and i wanted it. my older sis tagged along too. well, it was very sad to see. the windshield had an insane pattern of cracks from where my brothers skull hit it, along with blood splatters everywhere. we just kind of stood and watched through tears as our dad picked stuff out of the car. i remember seeing puddles of blood in the garbage that littered the floor of the car. when my dad was done, he shut the door and we stood for a moment and looked at it for one last time before walking away. well we started walking away.....and all of a sudden the cars horn started going off. but it sounded horrible. and eerie. we turned around and looked again. and it just kept blaring as we cried and walked away.

i keep that baseball bat next to my door.

drunk all the time? very true.

i will tell you a story tomorrow. i am so tired right now...