I probably would never have bonded with my baby half-brother, and would regret that now. Oh, and just maybe I would have had my heart broken for the first time by someone who was not gay. I'd probably be a battered wife by now, and too ashamed to admit it to anyone. For what it's worth. I'd be spending a lot more time thinking about what I write.
Thought is a good thing.
When you're on crack, anything's possible. Funny how deadlines just sneak up on you. There is a roaring in my ears right now which, while I'm sure it's due to my cold, is actually rather neat. I'll answer it. I'm a Leo, and hence a bit theatrical and exhibitionist.