Lessons hard learned
When I was 12, Michael was 19, I decided to start smoking, but of course I was 12, I had no job and no way to pay for a smoking habit, so I decided to steal cigarettes from my big brother. He undoubtedly knew I was stealing from him, but he didn't confront me about it, he started packing cigarette loads into cigarettes and planting packs of cigarttes for me to find, after several blisters and singed eyebrows, i quit stealing from my brother, and found out he was one step ahead the whole time. Looking back, I can just imagine my brother sitting back and watching those cigarettes explode in my face and laughing until his ribs hurt. But I could have strangled him.
Lord, I miss him so.