Let the Pain In

My little brother and I are both hurt. I hosted a fucking-crazy-wild surprise birthday party for our friend Rachel last night full of alcohol and smoke and debauchery, but the pain, at least this kind, can’t be washed away.

Alex: I don’t know what to do.

Me: It’s still fresh. You’re in the hurting stage. Sounds shitty, but sometimes you just gotta hurt.

Alex: I’d rather cauterize the wound.

Me: If you figure out how to do that, you’ll be a rich man.

Alex: I’d take five minutes of pain over five months of grief.

I hate to break it to you, kiddo, but it’ll be more than five months.

I still hurt.

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