Inside My Head

the literary rantings of Angie Frissore

On heroes and villains.

Tucked away in a corner of the basement, or quietly perched on top of the stairs, I’d sit – virtually unnoticed – watching my older brother expertly play Nintendo like it was his job. He was like that with a lot of things – the second he would attempt something new, he’d have excelled at it in no time. At eighteen months older than me, I naturally looked up to him. Even though I was incessantly being compared to him (and never having a chance of holding my own doing so), he remained my hero for years. Brother could do no wrong.

I wish I knew at what point in life my hero became the villain.



September 4, 2012 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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