I tried to teach you how to shoot a spitwad. How to find the right shooter, just the right diameter. A pen will do in a pinch, and it’s easily concealed and disguised. I tried to show you the ropes of delinquency. Cheating gumball machines, firecrackers in the mailbox, where to hide and how to use the porno mag we stole from Dad. I gave you your first black eye, baseball glove, drink, smoke, concussion, G.I. Joe, bike ride in a lightning storm and friendship. I did the best a brother could.
But I never taught you how to fly.
Photo Credit: Jasper Nance