Hangover

He's hungover again, draped across the sheets like a chameleon, blending in. Mama's fussing somewhere, but I don't care none. It's their problem and they have to deal with it.

My big sis is in her room doing naughty things with the neighbor's boy. He sneaks in at night and closes the window tight... sometimes he stays till morning or when his own house doors unlock.

Little brother is beating the living hell out of my other brothers and friends. He's mad. They wouldn't let him play on the swings.

I'm alone in the cellar. My head aches, stomach's growling.