I will not kill my brother. See me not killing my brother? Love the not killing my brother.

Reasons are irrelevant, but here goes:
I asked him last night if he could walk the dogs in the AM today, and he said yes.
I leave him a note asking him to call if/when the dogs get walked (also requesting that he feed them, too)
I call him during my lunch break, he has yet to walk the dogs -- "I was wondering if it would be cool to just put them out in their front area and walk them a bit later." Jesus fucking christ, kevin, NO, it's CEMENT, they aren't supposed to pee on cement! Which degraded to "please, please just walk them. Please."
I call again at 1:30, hoping to be told they're walked, it's all going just jolly. Colin answers, Kevin is (as-we-speak) walking the dogs.

rage degraded into a need to be calm enough to take the quizam in ten minutes
calm succeeded

I come home.
I miss the ferry by seven cars.
I am forewarned that there are people in my home that don't belong there.
I go to the grocery store.
I arrive at home.
It reeks of cigarettes.
Kevin has yet to do his dishes.
The trash is full of cigarette smell (he's been told not to do that).
The fridge is full of beer.
His friends are all over the living room.
See me not killing my brother?

We had a talk.
He took out the trash.
He's going to do the dishes.
See me not killing my brother?

Dig the not killing my brother.




Must go do pre-labs.