Bosco was fed up, Mikey had done it again, this time with his money. His brother had shown up on his doorstep asking for help, saying that he had quit the drugs and all he wanted was a place to stay. Bosco had let him in, feeling sorry for him, making him promise to go to rehab just to make sure. That was seven days ago and now here he was, a week later, yelling at Micheal on the sidewalk of a quiet street at twelve o'clock at night. He had come home to find all of his money gone and a note from Mickey, he had searched across town only to find his brother in the middle of the street on a withdrawl from drugs.

"God Mickey, you never learn! All you do is shoot up over and over!" Screamed Bosco at his younger brother.

"Oh and I suppose you are better Mo! You blame anything that's bad in your life on Dad. At least I accept that this is MY problem and not caused by him." Mickey yelled back.

"It is!!" barked Bosco, "it is caused by him, if he hadn't beaten you and me to a bloody pulp everytime we did something wrong, then you wouldn't be doing this Mickey, and our lives would be much better."

"No! Don't play that card!!" Mickey screamed back.

"What card?!" said Bosco, sarcastic amusement written all over his face.

"The 'Every-problem-in-your-life-is-because-of-your-abusive-father-card'!" after that Mickey turned around and stormed down the street.

When Mickey was out of sight, Bosco sighed. He ran his hands over his face, and lazily turned around. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

"Kim?"