you drown yourself in liquor and warm bodies looming lovely above you and gold trinkets from far foreign lands. you'd like to say it's a coping mechanism, wouldn't you? that there's a r e a s o n for it all. but truthfully, you just love it. you love that life, love being that guy. you love that high of it all. if only you didn't love them. your family, your sisters. because, god, how you adore each of them. how you wish they had been blessed with a better brother than the likes of you.

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