Dump. in The Devil Beneath My Feet

Several things to write about.

Firstly, Happy Father's Day to dads everywhere. Enjoy your gadgets and gizmos and ties and gift cards and power tools. I got my dad a book, a comic, and a photography book. "Paddle Your Own Canoe" by Nick Offerman, "World War II in 500 Photographs" from Time-Life and a Calvin and Hobbes book. I'm sure he'll enjoy.

In other news Eric and I are busy being snobs lately. I'll admit it, we're being snobby, but neither of us care. Regarding Eric's brother, neither of us are interested in pursuing any sort of relationship with him or his wife. I've been with Eric for a very, very long time. Despite that, i know very little about his brother other than that he is a Star Wars enthusiast and a big fan of Marvel Comics. Despite these two BIG things that we have in common, he has made absolutely no effort whatsoever, not even once, over the years to get to know me. And you know what, i got tired of trying to get to know him when i was about 15. He's not nice to Eric, never has been. Well, i mean, he's NICE, but he's just got this air about him like he genuinely does not give a shit. Basically, he's nice in the same way you'd be nice if you were at a friend's party and met someone you didn't like by the punch bowl. And you know what, i'm really glad that Eric FINALLY stopped giving half a shit about him. I never really voiced my opinions to Eric because, obviously, it's his brother. I don't want to offend him and i certainly don't want him to worry regarding the two of us being in the same room, i don't want him to think that i'm miserable every time i'm around him. But he came out with an almost identical opinion the other day, and it was like a dam burst for me. All of the thoughts i'd been holding back exploded outward, and he reciprocated, and we laughed about it but made an agreement that we will NEVER go out of our way for him again.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like he's ever asked us for money or anything extreme. But when he bought his crappy fixer-upper in the WORST NEIGHBORHOOD in what is already a terrible town, the damn house was falling down around itself and needed a lot of work. New floors, new closets, plaster repairs, a new deck. Eric was there every goddamn day doing things for him, free of charge, because he's family. He built this gigantic, beautiful deck on the back of the house. Helped him move his furniture in. He was there all day every day helping him.

When we were BUILDING our house? His brother was nowhere to be found. He came over for half a day to help lay down some hardwood upstairs. That was it. That was the first, and last, time we saw him at the house until it was completed, and even now that's it completed i honestly don't even recall him coming over.

Up until that point i had not liked him very much, solely based on the fact that he was just....never friendly to me, never made any attempt whatsoever to make me feel welcome anywhere, as a matter of fact seemed pretty adamant about doing the opposite and totally ignoring me, leaving the room when i walked in, etc.

But when that happened, when he didn't help do ANYTHING with our place despite Eric POSTPONING PAID WORK to help him fix his shitty house? Hate. Hate would be the word. I can't stand to even look at him after that, that was such a fucking shitty thing to do. Eric really needed help more than a few times, Dave would just not answer the texts. Dickhead.

So now, he's in this crappy band that neither Eric nor I like very much. He's a good drummer, he's actually a great drummer, but their lead singer is utterly intolerable and it's a band that consists of all of his drinking buddies from the most OBNOXIOUS bar in Kingston. They had a CD release party last night.

OH! NOW he can text! "U coming to the show?" Eric didn't answer. Two of his sisters texted him the same, he didn't answer. Done. Beyond done, will not support his shitty "lets get drunk and punch-fuck a drum set" band. Over it. And we're supposed to be excited that his wife is pregnant, too. We're not. Not excited in the least. It's been no secret that he wants kids, and that his wife wants kids. Thing is, i'm pretty sure he likes the idea of kids, but has no fucking concept of what he's in for. He's irresponsible, he blows like two hundred bucks a week on pot and beer. First thing he does when he comes home is pack a bowl, get high, and drink beer till he gets drunk and goes to bed. Yeah, you're totally father material, dude.

Eric says we have to come up with some excuse why we couldn't make it to the party.

"Uhhh because he's a dickhead?" "Not sure that one will fly." "Because we don't like him because he's a dickhead?" "Something that seems legit and won't offend anyone." "Uh because the fucking thing doesn't start until 10:30 on a Saturday night and i have to be to work at 8 in the morning tomorrow?" "Well that covers you..." "You were tired." "Yeah that'll have to work."