Many unpleasant things have been rearing their ugly heads on me lately. Firstly, I get depressed over a stupid decision I make and my folks think I`m crazy. Second, I get  hit by a car. Seriously I don`t how I`m alive now. One things is to take setbacks on the chin, though this is too much. If my world hasn't razed like an old home yet, it`s caue I tough it out. Many a time have I though I could still make it. Did I mention my mom follows me around with a spoon of salt all day long cause I got hiccups. Apparently, the anti-inflammatories I got prescribed have that hellish side-effect. How can I keep forestalling my younger classmates from surpassing me?. This situation seems like a veritable mare´s nest. My physical pain may be receding slightly. Nonetheless, my state of frustration is not.
I was manipulated once by my brother into to believing I was gonna have a great life in Canada. Of course he didn`t even let me prepared enough. Thus, I wasted my time in a Spanish speaking college half a year, then learning to drive. Anyhow, I don't want to run to seed after bitching about my big bro for so many years. I know he was more interested in cash than me. This is not metafiction. I`m trying to be magnanimous to him. Let me tell you I`m not one to traduce or backbite anyone. All I`m saying is true. This guy did even worse things to me that what I`m saying. Like for instance, forcing my mom to sell the condo in which we were living in Lima. I figured that was going to give him even more control over us. Luckily, his little plan backfired. His ambition of fucking us over even more didn`t get realized. However, due to the selling process that fell through , we had to move to a tiny flat for a few months. Really my mom did not have to realize her assets. All we were supposed to do was to spent a few months in Canada without pressure to see how things were gonna progress. Not to mention that IF I HAD BEEN PREPARED, I still would have been there. Anyhow, a showdown between my exemplary brother and me is about to happen. OK, this has been like a passim of Jose (the unnameable). My anger ignites each time I think about him. There will be time to settle our difference when he comes back in few. Lastly, I said I had little time to glance at the grammar of this blog. So don`t be critical. My inflammatory remarks have ended.