Lightning Bugs - What the hell are you doing? I had just...

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“What the hell are you doing?” I had just heard those words for the umpteenth time in my life. They echo in my brain as I get off the toilet and pull up my pants. Why, do you ask, did I have that thought at that very moment? Who knows? Maybe a moment in time had just passed without me remembering what it was. Whatever the reason, I am now thinking about some of the goofy shit I did when I was a kid or teenager, or young adult, or hell maybe yesterday! The thing is I heard it in my brothers’ voice. My brother and I had a rather unique childhood. As far back as I can remember we hated each other. We were born eleven months apart, (my parents are still the horniest people I know) in the wonderful month of March. I have seen pictures of him holding me when I was a baby and he did have a smile on his face, or was it a smirk, anyway I tell myself that he actually loved me. But that stopped at a certain point; probably around school age. We lived on a farm and loved being outside. My brother and I would play from dawn until dusk and then some. In the summers we would stay out late and catch lightning bugs and
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