still_hurts raze betty broke her foot. she tripped. my mother said, "well, you're just an accident waiting to happen lately." my stepfather, the recovered alcoholic, said, "you need to stop drinking." this is their family. and they poke fun at her pain. they haven't changed at all. they're still the same people who laughed when my mountain bike's front tire struck a stone and the seat sent me skidding across crushed stone, my young body bloodied and half-broken by the fall. 261102 what's it to you? who go blather from