Bodhi Alexander Goodacre

What the hell? Nora never let me have a cat. 

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It’s ‘cause I got “older brother tried to kill himself in front of me” trauma. 

Bodhi Alexander Goodacre, what am I going to do with you? I think we both know I’ll end up taking care of him, but I’m not going to. This is all on you. Everything he needs, that’s on you.

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Oh my gosh. We never had pets back home. He seems sweet. 

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We should take a gap year and travel the country in a van. 

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Oh my gosh, he’s so cute. What’s his name?

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I’m just fostering him for a couple weeks, I swear. 

No. I don’t think I’m applying to college. 

How ‘bout a dragonfly? 

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Yeah, yeah. I like that. A dragonfly. Just black and white or with color? Y’know, I’m scared of them in real life though. They buzz so damn loud.

Do something small. Like a frowny face. 

Nah, that’s too easy. I’m not that bad. How about a cool mountain or door or words or something like that? 

Yeah. Been in meetings five days a week like doctor recommended. Trying to cut back to three a week. 

You wanna tattoo me? I think it’d be dope to get your brother to tattoo something. 

Well...don’t cut back until you’re ready or whatever.

Fuck you. I am too a beer guy. 

No, you’re right, Little Brother. I’m a hard liquor kind of guy with not much space for anything else. What’s going on with you, though? 

You’re sobriety thing going good, by the way?