8th November 1997
People claim I�m too immature. Someday that will change, you�ll see. There is no time limit on when a person is to gain maturity! At least if there is one, the pages are sure lacking from my book!
It was another boring day after summer school when I had just gotten done watching a movie. It was late night on 27th June 1997, my mom and dad weren�t home. So I decided to ask my brother, Curt, why. When I did, he nearly tore me apart at the seams. It was like he was checking his shit list, and I was the first name on it. I bet you could say the same about one of your siblings. Oh siblings, can�t live with them, can�t shoot them between the eyes with a pistol either. I just can never win!
�You�re so immature!� Curt screamed.
�Curt, just because you are 20 and I�m 15, doesn�t mean you are more mature than me,� I let out with a sigh. I felt pretty good for myself. I spoke my mind and my brother didn�t clobber me.
�And your point would be?� he stated. He�s a pretty good smart ass, don�t you say? Well, I�m a smart ass myself.
�My point is, you shouldn�t go off picking at everyone else�s bones when you have plenty to be picked at,� I paused, �Go pick your bones loser.�
Later that night, my day hadn�t gotten any better, Curt was still being a jerk, especially when I was practicing my piano! He decided to play his stereo so booming loud for the neighbors to hear it and he kept �howling� is in my face. Sure, it was my favorite band, The Offspring, but like I wanted to hear it while playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven? He needs to learn not everyone will drop what they are doing and pay 100% attention to him.
