I'm a simple man. I like simple pleasures. The purr of my Baby being the wheel, good music, good sex, a cold beer. A cheesy burger. Hell, I'm easy as pie.
I mean, what's wrong with simple things, right? An yes or no question, an evil thing to gunk, saving lives, right?
But, goddammit, if the only real thing in my fucking life that really matters isn't the most complicated, uncertain, relative, dangerous, perfect, beautiful, right thing.
The reason of my life. The only real good thing in the whole damn world. And don't get me wrong here: when I'm saying good I'm saying Good. Capital freaking G.
Cause there's no question here, he's Good. No matter what those evil motherfuckers try to say or what anybody else thinks, he's Good. He's better than all the angels of heaven and better than God himself ever could be.
If the world was commanded by him, there wouldn't be wars or hunger or death. He'd tear himself apart too save everybody without a second thought.
Damn he did it, already, didn't he? My perfect, beautiful baby brother.
I can play of saying I'm the handsome brother, but the goddam sky opens wide when he smiles. My sunshine boy. Always so cloudy. So tormented by how much he feels everything.
Destined for evil and defying every fucker who've thought to have a chance to make him do a damn think he doesn't want to. He'll, I know.
So smart, my Sammy. Always trying to find a way. Always causing harm without meaning to. Doing the wrong thing for being too good to see it. The sin. The evil.
And I'm a greedy man alright. I'll have every bit of him I can possibly have.
My life, my heart, my home, my brother.
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