Without saying too much it involves stolen prescription drugs, a private investigator, threats from a married man, and a lawsuit over two horses that were paid for but never acquired (my sister-in-law bought them for a get-rich-quick scheme and my brother, having no place to board them, told the seller to keep the money and the horses).
Anyway, it all kind of takes the heat off me and my divorce.
Still, my Buddhist-leaning beliefs realize that everyone is in pain. Which is the reason I approached my sister-in-law's nephew in the bar. "What's between them is between them," I said. "We shouldn't let it affect our ability to say hey to each other."
Well, apparently not everyone buys into my Buddhist-leaning beliefs. Especially if they've been at the bar longer than I have, because he turned to me and said, "He's not even your brother."
Not even my brother?
This was the last thing I expected to hear. In fact, never once in my 39 years did I ever hear or even think that my brother wasn't my brother. Technically he's my half-brother. But my dad adopted him before I was born and we were raised together. Which makes him my brother.
I was so baffled with this guy's retort that my Buddhist-leaning beliefs flew out the bodhi tree, and I put my face in his and well...the rest is not very pretty so let's just say we needed to be separated.
Did I mention that the guy has been to my home at Christmas and played guitar with my son and drank my expensive micro-brews?
Which is the reason I found myself standing outside of the bar, crying on the street. If my good intentions can't be received by someone who's consumed mirco-brews in my home at Christmas, what hope is there for the Israelis and the Palestinians?
In the midst of my tears, a young woman with the tattoo, "If you can walk you can dance. If you can talk you can sing" walked by.
She gave me a hug.
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