drg

I've been talking with my little step brother alot lately. He had the misfortune of having me as a role model. I feel responsible for the rough life he has lived. He came into to my life in 1979. I was 14 he was like 6 or something. I was about 2 years into total rebellion. I was the worst little asshole I've ever come across before or since. My parents gave me the boot in 81, they had to for his sake. Unfortunately it did not work. He thought I was the coolest dude around (dumb little kid). He followed me into a life of fucking up and irresponsibility. I've been pretty solid for about 10 years now. He has rescently started to grow up and live responsibly. That is hard to to when your comming from such a fucked up way of life (I know). His father (my step dad) had been very worried about him. He wanted to help him but he just did not understand him. Two years ago I was back home and had a long talk with my step dad about Skot (lil bro). He did not know what to do to help him. I told him all he could do was to know Skot had a good soul and to just love him and be there for him when he needs you. Then I had a long talk with Skot. I was able to let him understand where his dad was coming from and was able to relate the problems I had in learning to get along in this complicated fucking world.

I actually feel like I did something really good. Skot seems to be doing real well. He has learned how to balance being himself with being responsible. He still has some trouble, but who does'nt. I still feel guilty for alot of the bad times he's had. That makes me want to be a better friend and brother to him. Its pretty funny. The little kid I hated 25 yaers ago is my best friend now. I love that little shit. He is just as much a inspiration to me. It is a great two way street.

More reason to get my ass back home!

Did I mention I really hate Iowa.