Dec 10, 2006
3:03 PM
He always says the same things. He asks me how I'm doing. He asks me how my younger brothers are doing. Then he bums a cigarette. Then he tells me the story about his car accident. He drove his car into a tree because his girlfriend had fucked him over. He wasn't supposed to survive.
He is brain damaged. He walks and talks like a stroke victim. I avoid speaking to him. For one, I don't think he remembers speaking to me because he always repeats the story. For another, I do not want to be reminded how vulnerable human beings can be.
It's too sad, and he probably doesn't remember the kindness, or the slight.
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