I am officially on strike from my family. On Thursday the parents decided to blame me for my little brother’s problems. At first they only insinuated that I was the reason he acted like Satan's bastard child. However, five minutes into the conversation blatant accusations were being tossed my direction. Damian, i.e. the eater of worlds, is a problem child. There is no doubt about it. But, placing fault on my feet is akin to blaming Poland for World War Two.

I am just a stupid bastard who puts up with the dark one's behavior since I am too weak to do anything about it. Long ago father threatened physical harm if I disciplined Beelzebub. Due to my absolute fear of being pummeled I have not laid a finger on my brother, even when a caning was due. Somehow I am the problem now. Stupid bastards.


Yet, all is not lost in the land of Bob. In order to prevent further contamination of Shaitan, I have pledged to stay completely away from him. Also, to be certain my dastardly ways do not filter to him through my parents; I will no longer interact with the mommy and daddy as well.


By the way I turn 23 tomorrow, another year closer to massive heart failure.


Go to hell