I walked my 8 miles yesterday and today for the first time since I broke my neck. As soon as I get back today the home phone rings and I don't know why, but I answer it. It's never for me. Unfortunately this time it was. It was my little sister.
LS: Bobby?
Me: Yes? <_<
LS: Hey, what's going on? I haven't talked to you in a long time.
Me: Not whole lot of good stuff to be honest.
LS: Like what?
Me: Did you hear I broke my neck a couple of months ago?
LS: No.....so you like really broke your neck?
Me: Yes, I really broke my neck. It's in a brace now.
LS: That's terrible.
Me: Did you hear my nephew died about a month ago?
LS: Nephew? Barb's son?
Me: Yes, her youngest son.
LS: Well things have been really tough for me too.
Me: Oh yeah?
LS: Yeah, and I can't talk for long, this isn't my phone.
Me: Okay.
LS: So anyway, things are really tough here. I think I'm going crazy here in Hawaii. I've been here like six years. I wish we had longer to talk so you can help me.
Me: I don't know what I can do to help for but I'll try. /sarcasm
LS: Well, my problem is really financial. If you would send me some money, that would help me a lot. I'm you're only sister you know.
Me: Let me get this straight. So YOU, the person that had every advantage over me and choose to never work a day in your life, wants ME to send you money?
LS: Dad sends me money every once in awhile.
Me: Because you're his kid. You are killing them. Mom has been sick the vast majority of the time for COINCIDENTALLY, SIX YEARS! If you had kids, you would understand. But you don't. You're too selfish for that. You want to do whatever you want, whenever you want and expect everybody else to finance it. You're not getting a nickle from me. The only way I help is if you come home and check yourself into a mental hospital.
LS: I have to go, maybe I'll talk to you later. *click*
I'm even angrier than usual these days.

I'm a #### right? I don't care.