At home

Racing through the streets, I can feel the anger start to wain as we get closer to home. I still feel pissed, but not as much Pulling into the driveway of our parent's ranch house. With a good dirt approach, It has always been a little more fun than most driveways. The wide area to park usually means I can give the truck a little gas and kick the back end out, spraying dirt and admittedly a couple rocks. Thankfully, we've got a grove of trees and our old tree fort to get pelted instead of something expensive.

I kicked the truck sideways as I enter the driveway, admittedly a lot harder than usual and felt the truck slide a lot further than I wanted. The back wheels of the truck sliding off the driveway onto the grass as I pin it harder to correct myself. "Nice job idiot, you're not doing shit right today are you?" Kaleb laughs.

As I park the truck and open the door, the sweet smell of country life usually hits nicely. Outdoors in the country is like no other. You could have the worst day in the world, but that sound of wind, smell of a mixture of forest and flowers, and the sight of grove grass bouncing with the waves of wind can help soothe the most tortured soul. Well, mostly. You sit and stare at the steering wheel and grip it tightly. This day fucking sucks. "Alright, well when you're done crying, I'll see you inside." Kaleb says as he steps outside and is greeted by the family dog Trigger. They call them King Shepherds, I just call them really big German Shepherds. Along with him is always a stick or toy for you to pay dog tax with a throw. "Needy bastard", Kaleb says, as he picks up the stick and throws it for Trigger to chase after.

As Kaleb reaches the house, Trigger comes around and sits at your door. Stick in his mouth, tail whipping back and forth making a dog tail dirt angel in the driveway. Unable to contain yourself with this creature staring at you, you crack a smile. "Fucking dogs man." you say out loud.

As you get out to give your dog tax in the way of chucking that stick as far as you can, you see your brother John pull in with his Impala sedan. He waves to you and parks his car closer to the house. "Hey dickwad, how's practice?" he says as he opens the car door. "Great, I quit." you respond.

"Now why the fuck would you do that? Have you told dad?" he said with a worried and slightly amused face. "Nope, not going to. Thought about faking an injury or coming out as gay. Fuck if I know." John laughed and shot back, "I wouldn't go with gay, he might want some proof, haha!". I shook off his words, but was internally relieved that John didn't come down on me hard. I had enough emotions today.

I head into the house and sit on the bed, the only thing I'd rather do today is just scroll through Facebook and blank out until bedtime. I don't want to think about it. About an hour passes when I hear a vehicle approach. I hear John shout out from the shower, "Hey can someone get that package? I think it's something I ordered."