He was never a manic
depressive like his
mother said. The doctor
who diagnosed him got
it all wrong, and my
cousin never took lithium.
No one knew why he was
screwed up so or why he
locked the doors inside
his brain. But he was a
rebel because of his
father who would burn
all his comics, drink
till he bled acid rain.
His mother would
punish him with a coat
hanger for his belligerent
rage. Nearly every day
he'd threaten to sue the
sun for daring to enter.
When he was sixteen
he broke his right arm
and left shoulder while
on vacation. He always
drew the wrong kind of
attention.
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