First Filter
Pre-blond, Pete. Whole lotta 'hey when did you come back from Portland?!' Back then.
Pete: No problem, bro. I've got your back.
And I think you ruined the frame for that by book ending it with two apologies. Yup. Going to have to take that out of context for it to be frame worthy. And I understand. A bit better now considering everything. Which is a thanks even if an apology isn't needed. Because that lousy temper? Sadly not just you. You just lucked out that most of mine got spent out on the road. That first year? Boy my temper made Kaine look like a Carebear (and not the grumpy one). I'm trying, but I wasn't making light when I said that acting like it isn't mine makes it easier sometimes. Mainly because if I thought too much about it being mine and losing all of it, it's too easy to go down a very dark road. Just gotta be strong and keep moving forward, right? No point fixating on punching out that dick who stole the life that wasn't yours anyway, right? And can I say I'm really glad you got past that asshole dick phase? Nice to know we mature well.
And since we're doing super sharing time, how do you feel 'bout me talking about our shared past? Not like the funny hilarity of our life like the extra arms, but like the more personal stuff like what happened with Uncle Ben?