[Normy]

NO.

I have one sibling, Chris, my younger brother. Me and him have the same last name.

I'm 6'1" and 150 pounds; Chris, 6 years younger, is 6'1" and 300 pounds. Pork on the hoof...

Me and him lived as roomates in 1999-2000; we wound up fighting too much, and I made him move out in August 2000.

I'm not proud of throwing my brother out of my house, but it needed to be done. He was not able to deal with me man to man, and he was taking drugs- most of them prescription. We had a huge confrontation in my garage one day, when he set a wet wash mit on top of my $375 Porsche 928 service manuals. I yelled at him, he yelled back, we wound up wrestling in the garage. I finally punched him in the mouth and told him I was calling the police. The fat **** climbed into his Golf and went up the street in reverse at about 35 mph- I remember the whine from the transmission.

An hour later my parents returned from Wal-Mart. I told them what had happened, and get this:

The first thing out of their mouths, and a indication of what I went through while growing up with these people in the house:

"What did you do to him?"

I'm not kidding, that was their first reaction.

NOTE: This occurred not at my brothers house, not at my parents house...it occured at MY house. I was silent for about 10 seconds when my parents said "what did you do to him" to me, since the stupidity of their remark was so outside the boundaries of what I expected that I just instantly ignored it.

I glided across the carpet, their words ringing in my ears-

"You, and your ****ing pig woman can get the **** out of my house you *******!"

I'm like a raccoon. I'm pretty tame for the most part, but if you corner me....holy hell watch out~! Well, mom hit the magic button and I exploded. I won't touch my mother, despite the epic ass-beating that she so obviously needs. But I grabbed my father by the shirt, threw him against the wall, and screamed this into his face loud enough for people to hear several blocks away.

Since my parents had spent 37 years watching me just bow to their wishes, they were a bit perplexed as to why I had a sudden "change of attitude". I made sure they knew why!

I still don't get along with my parents. I live 500 miles away for a reason, and I've limited the visits to the Christmas holidays for the most part. Their house is near "Sharks In The Mountains", the premier event on the 928 calender, and I'm trying to figure out how I can make it my one and only trip to NC for the year.