Put your mouth on the curb, bitch!

It's been a few hours, but my anger still twitches
beneath my skin like some bizarre alien creature waiting
to be birthed.

I. Hate. Him.

He is now longer of my flesh. Of my blood. Of my heritage.

Not really that I considered him much of that, to
begin with. But, now all the formalities have been dropped.
And I openly, actively despise.

I don't understand why you continue to do the things which
you do. Or rather, given the circumstances, why you continue
to NOT do the things, etc.

It's not that hard to pick up the goddamn phone and
dial seven stupid numbers, you donkey fuck. It's just
not that freaking difficult. And it gives people so much
more peace of mind then if you just stayed silent and
bitter.

Which you are doing an absolutely fantastic job of already.
I just thought I should mention that.

You are no longer my brother.
If you ever were in the first place.