JimmyJohns wrote:I'm sorry, what exactly do you do that serves a purpose?
Well, I use to do oil paintings, but now, I can't anymore, because my left wrist was fractured, and my left hand is crippled up, and there is also extensive nerve damage,
So, I can't do oil paintings anymore and I can't play the guitar anymore.
Hey! You would love my brother!
He's a douche bag just like you! The two of you would get along really great!
When he was in high school, he was in the marching band. He played the trumpet and he was damn good! I'll give him that.
Our mother worked her butt off for him, making sure his marching uniform would fit just right, and making all kids of preparations. Our family invested a lot of money in him.
Well, I was out of school at the time. I wanted to build a telescope, and 8 inch Newtonian reflector telescope, so I had ordered a kit from the Edmund Scientific Co.
OK, it meant having to keep the bedroom perfectly clean, and making it dust proof since I was going to be grinding and polishing an optical surface.
My brother and I shared the same bedroom.
Anyway, we use to get into arguments, and he would hang his dirty jacket on the curtain rod.
OK, I didn't know about this at the time, but many years later, my dear sweet brother admitted to me, that he tried to steal a shot gun from a neighbor and come after me with it, because he felt that my wanting to build a telescope was disruptive of our family.
Yeah! And our mother worked her butt off for him!
No, I guess instead of trying to build a telescope, I should have been out in the yard bouncing a basketball. Right???
You and my brother can be butt-buddies and suck each others cocks!
But in the meantime . . . . .
Go eat shit and die!