Damn! Me and my brothers got into some bad fights but I never wanted to kill them.You missed ya window, fam. I'm not feeling vulnerable anymore.
But fuck it.
I can't even remember what it was about. But I was prolly 10-12, I dunno. Maybe a little younger. My sister used to fuck with a nigga just to do it. She did something to annoy me and I grabbed the kitchen knife. SMH. She said she saw on my face that I was serious. She took off running into my mom's bedroom and locked the door. Nigga I stabbed the shit out the door. Deadass put like 30 holes in that bitch.
I finally calmed down after like an hour and my sister came out the room. It was like a couple hours before my mom came home from work. For some reason, I thought taking a picture of the wall in the living room and hanging that bitch on her bedroom door to cover the holes would work.
It did not. Lol.
My mom beat the shit outta me.
Wasn't the last dramatic incident with me and my sister.
She almost shot a nigga once by accident with my granny's revolver. I hit her in the stomach with a baseball bat once by accident. She threw a high heal shoe at my face. We be joking about all that shit to this day. One time she made fun of my homie dying. Lol. I ain't never letting her forget that shit.