A culmination of family history came to a head today over Truth Syrum and Italian Pasta.
My brother, the most poignant antagonist in my life, is also my mom's antagonist. She told me this during dinner, the wine we just had acting as Truth Lube.
And she feels the pain more than I do, now. That's hard to hear, considering that I feel like the most inadequate buffoon known to man after visiting with him. What does she feel like?
Fuck, I thought India was going to change you, Mike.
Wye Oak -- "Take It In"
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