my idiot brother

Thursday, Oct. 04, 2007 | 1:47 AM

on monday, after meeting the angora ferret, i did something else. i didn't want to include it in that entry, because cute fluffy ferrets don't fit in well with funeral homes and dead people.

my dad's brother is doing some job at a funeral home. it's sort of a construction like job, for lack of a better way to explain it. my dad might be working there, and thought he might take me along with him to work and make some money. so on monday we went to see what the job was like. well... i went to see what the job was like... he went to do his drug things.

he had some different people working there, one of which was some lady that is apparently related to me in one way or another. she said, "hi, how are you?" she couldn't have just left it at "hi." no, she had to include the "how are you."

i looked at her, and then looked up at my dad, and then looked back at her. she looked confused. my dad had no choice but to say something. "she's fine," he said, "she's really shy."

"oh, you're in the wrong family!" she said.

was that a nice thing to say or what? maybe she's right, though, maybe i am in the wrong family.

so we got a tour of the place that was being worked on, which appeared to be all of the "back room" type areas. there was the freezer, the embalming place, and the cremation thing. cheery, huh? not only did i see this, but i saw bodies laying around on carts, covered in white sheets. to add to the creepiness of that, the whole place smelled heavily of death. it was all actually sort of funny or something at the time. except for the smell...everything but the smell.

after viewing the lovely place, we went back outside. i went and got back in the van, while my dad did his uh...drug transfer.

bobby was working there as well, and he came over to talk to me while i was sitting alone in the van. he told me that paris really wants to ride the horse again, and that he was sorry about the ferret incident. if he could go there, he said, he'd "give her a good thrashing."

as he talked, i could tell that something just wasn't right. i don't know about heroin addicts, and how to see the signs of someone on it... but i could just tell. it made me really sad. i can't help it, i love my brother. he may be an idiot...but he's my idiot brother.

sigh.

at the time, i thought i could handle working there, and was willing to do so if my dad went out there to work. but now, after some depressing thoughts that i think arose from what i saw... i think maybe it's not worth it.

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