"God! Damn it, dude!" I screamed at my brother. "Shut the hell up!" He had been bothering me and running his mouth about me and what I do for weeks now, and I was getting tired of it. Every day of every year I can remember he has always had some reason to run his mouth and make me angry. It's no secret around my house that I have a certain... Blood lust.... When I'm angry. "Why don't you make me?" he'd constantly say, every time I was about to explode, " what're you going to do, anyways?" "What do I deserve? Why don't you show me?"