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My older brother Bill, lay unconscious on the grass in front of my cabin home. He was stiff as a board and making wheezing noises. I was a few steps away from him, staring at the rest of the vehicles in my stoned driveway. I could see my parents sitting in my father's green SUV. My mother was leaning on my fathers' shoulder crying. Beside them were my in-laws in his blue SUV. Between their shocked faces, was the face of my cheating, whore of a wife, Anna.
I kissed my fist, waved at them, and then beckoned them to come on. I looked back and forth between the two vehicles, seems like nobody else wanted to get out. That's a pity. I heard Bill groan and watched him start to get up. He struggled for a few seconds, but he finally made it to his feet. He was met with my fist into his stomach, sending him down to his hands and knees.
"That's enough!" I heard my father yell.
I looked up and he had opened his door and was standing behind it. I could hear Bill trying to breathe.
I flipped my father the bird "Fuck you old man, you wanna be next!" Then I soccer kicked my brother, knocking him unconscious again.
I heard my mother wail. I saw my father reach back in the SUV. I knew what he was doing. My father never went anywhere without his shotgun. As soon as he closed the door, a shot rang out and his side mirror exploded. Everyone screamed and ducked. My father laid the shotgun down and raised his hands.
"I only want to talk son. That's all."
"You had your chance, and you chose Bill."
"He's our son too. We were only trying to keep the family together." my father said while walking slowly towards me with his hands in front of him.
"I'll tell you what old man. I'll go sit on my porch chairs while you drag your sorry ass namesake off my lawn."
"No more shots then son?"
I raised my right hand and closed it into a fist. My father turned around and walked over to his SUV. I turned around, walked to my front porch, and sat in my comfy porch chair. My parents got out and started walking towards me. When they got halfway to the front of the lawn, my sharpshooter made her appearance. She walked out the front door with my.22 and sat down in my lap.
"Renee!" my mother gasped as her hands covered her mouth.
I heard a door slam, and I looked up.
"Get off my god damn husband! He's mine! He's mine!" Anna said running up towards us.
Bill was now up and leaning on my father.
"You took most of my money and traded down." Bill said.
"Shut the hell up Bill. You brought this on yourself." my father replied.
Renee and I both laughed.
"You're wrong. I took most of your money and traded up by two and half inches plus more stamina."
"Nooooooooooooo!" Anna wailed.
We watched as she ran up to Bill and kicked him right in the balls from behind. Bill fell back to the ground. Anna dropped to her knees beside him and starting hammer fisting him in the face.
"You asshole, this is all your fault." she kept repeating before her parents dragged her off of him.
My parents were attending to Bill. Their first-born son. Their famous son. Their rich son. Bill was drafted by the Anaheim Angels in the Eighth Round of the Major League Baseball Draft. He spent his first season pitching between Tri-City and Rocket City. He spent his second season pitching in Salt Lake City. He got called up at the start of his third season. Bill spent six seasons pitching in Anaheim before retiring.
