Sometimes they all his brothersthe whole family. Now it was always something. Somebody was always. If one of the brothers weren't in some kind of trouble. It wouldn't be natural. All his life one crisis or another: the Military Police were looking for; a girl was claiming and now the father and brother were coming after; in jail for beating up; because he wouldn't he broke the guy's nose. That's the way it was.
Always trouble. Always something.
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the rest of us in hazy morning kissed me on the lips I couldn't do it |