carlito, carlito.

i was at my uncle and aunt's place for the night. my unrelated cousin was there and she was going to go partying with my brother and his friend. so i went for the drive.

they arrived at the large field at the top of my parents street. there was a semi-road built through the hay where cars were approaching the party barn and lots of people already present. i realized that the car we drove was a standard, and that someone would have to drive me back as i wasn't staying.

carleton became very angry and started yelling nasty things at me and getting that look in his eyes from when we were kids and i would pick on him so bad and he would be more than ready to kick my ass. then he picked up a telephone (with hundreds of feet of cord running from the barn) and chucked the receiver at my face.

mom and dad appeared (?) and took us both to their house down the road where they sooked me and made carleton apologize. on the wall, there was a chronology of my life from 5 pictures my parents had. another aunt had taken those pictures home, scanned them to one piece of glossy paper, titled it something about my life, and thumb tacked it to the wall.