Brother of Mine.

Well I've finalized the plans for my next tattoo, now all I need is the money to pay for it! I'm a little worried about how much it's going to cost because it's a half sleeve, but I know it's what I want and I'll stick to it. Being at home has seriously helped me get back into a writing curve...thank goodness! Hopefully everyone that reads this liked the last piece of writing I put in, I'm still working on it and I'll be sure to put a little more on in a while. For the moment here is something else I wrote a little while ago...enjoi :)

He was dangerous. Dangerous in the sense that, in those moments where I could no longer see or hear him, my heart would often skip a beat. He was dangerous because he could be, every tool that he could ever need was within his reach, every tree that he could grasp the top of was just steps outside our front door. I think it was always helpful that we lived so far out of the town limits, it always seemed to give us the chances that no one else had. We had a sense of freedom that not many feel, a sense of urgency in living our childhood as well as we could. As we grew, he began to change, becoming stronger and braver.