hospital_room tender_square “oh, he’s back home, and you know what that means,” dad said. “my brother was supposed to be the smart one and there he is doing stupid fucking—” he covered his mouth thinking he’d caused me offense. “pardon my french—he’s doing stupid things like smoking when he’s on oxygen and drinking when the doctors told him not to.” i didn’t want to say, “dad, you also drink when the doctor tells you not to.” when mom and i were out for the day earlier in the week, dad went to the beer store, picked up a case of fifteen and drank four. “he nearly died of congestive heart failure. you should’ve seen him in that hospital room!” dad cried. “i sat beside his bed for an hour while he was unconscious just waiting for the machine to stop beeping. he doesn’t care about how this affects everyone else.” all i could say was that i was sorry. 220924 what's it to you? who go blather from