[narrating] Growing up certainly isn’t easy, more so when your father has blamed you your whole life for his wife’s death. Needless to say, I wasn’t off to a good start. Luckily for me, my father and I didn’t cross paths often. If he wasn’t working he was off drinking. For me, most of my time was spent in school or out in the woods with my brother, who was more of a father to me than my actual dad. Most of the best moments of my life were spent with him. We kept each other away and safe from our father’s drunken rage, but fortunate for Barry he still had my dad’s favor. They’d go on hunting trips together on the weekends, “man’s work” as my dad called it. I’d be left behind to take care of the household chores, I didn’t mind having the house all to myself however. When we did cross paths, it was mostly glares and orders like “get me a beer” or “leave me alone.” I could count the amount of compliments he’s given me all 14 years of my life. Zero.

[daydreaming] Must be great being in the circus, traveling from town to town, seeing the country, entertaining people, just... having fun. 

[angry] Shut up! We’re done, you’re never saying anything to me again.