Brotherly hate.
Me and my brother used to fight all the time when we were kids.
The worst incident occured when my brother, chasing me in a fury, threw a hammer at me which connected with the back of my head. It hurt and I hit the deck but I was mostly feigning death so he would come over and check that I was still breathing and thus I could grab his ankle and beat the living daylights out of him.

The plan worked.... too well!

As he approached I jumped up, he leapt out of reach and ran into the house. I caught up with him as he was about to dive into the sanctuary of the livingroom and managed to land an awesome punch on the top of his arm. He was lifted off his feet, his head hit the door frame and he fell like into the livingroom like a slab, unconscious.

Both my parents, who had been reading their newspapers when their youngest son collapsed into the room, went ballistic. I was the almighty bastard and the hammer thrower was the poor innocent.

It took a few weeks for the air to clear that time I can tell you.

p.s. We get on great guns these days.
( Hitler's Barber Soylent Green is high in saturated fat, Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:59, 1 reply)