I thought I would just air out this family laundry before the TMZ this evening. Yes... it is true. Leppy and I are twins.
It all started when two cousins (Rufus and Gertrude Kahn) met and fellin love. Eleven and a half months later, Leppy and I were born. It was a typical childhood. Leppy and I would chase squirrels, and tear the legs off frogs, steal mother's prostethetic leg and beat the neighbor kid with it (the usual stuff kids do). But shortly after we stopped breast feeding (roughly fourteen) something awful happened: "Happy Days" had a baby and they called it "Johnny Loves Chachi." It was a moment that changed our lives forever.
Leppy declared himself an atheist and started hitting himself about the head. Momma said it was just a phase, but the beatings only got worse. Eventually we had to call the cops and have him taken away for self-abuse. Prison changed Leppy. And the rest shall we say, is history. I went on to Julliard and a did the theater circuit for a while. I didn't seem to fit in. Then I was googling my brothers name one day and found him here, terrorizing those less intelligent and despotic than himself. It was at that moment that I emerged to confront him.
I suppose somwhere, deep in the transom of my mind, I still hang on to hope that he can be brought back to the light. Until then he remains my sworn enemy. *sigh*
BTW here are some family photos...
here's Leppy and I a few weeks before he was taken away (he's the handsome one)... http://static.fjcdn.com/pictur es/ugly_b7249e_444722.jpg
here's Momma and Pops 35th wedding anniversary... http://www.1000funnypictures.c om/Lists/UglyCouplePics/4.jpg
my son (looks just like his uncle) .... http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbiCs_KIa Rw/TkxR1-7EWVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/F9xtpo3t j28/s1600/ugly_baby.jpg
You'd expect identical twins to be more alike. But really, once Peppy got into the meth because he couldn't deal with life, it became difficult for anyone to reach him. He started stealing money from the family. Mother got her dialysis machine repossessed because they suddenly came up a lot of money short... and suddenly Peppy came up with a whole new bunch of the meth.
Mother died because of him. It was tragic. With all the money that was stolen, we had to bury her in the backyard. But Peppy was so high he wouldn't even help dig the hole!
Then he called the police on me one night when he was paranoid. He made up all sorts of things... but we all know it's because drugs were more imprtant to him than his own dear brother.
Father died not much later, some say, of a broken heart. And Peppy was suddenly alone, having had me thrown in prison. Who knows what he's done since, but now he's remerged as my enemy. Surely all the drugs and the simple fact that he tore apart our family, and he somehow blames me.
Mother spent all of her time with charity, when she wasn't in the hospital. Father's nobel peace prize for physics turned up missing one day. Suddenly I hear rumours in prison that Peppy has gone to giving head to pay for his descent into a state of constant intoxication. And now he says... Juliard. I suppose that sort of thing may go over well for the arts.
No matter how much Peppy goes against me, no matter what he says, mother and father are still dead. He's still wasted several years of my life, and made it so it will be difficult to get any good job, other than CEO or something which is what I currently do, and they reward criminals.
We all hope one day you will get your life together Peppy. Just say no to drugs, it's never too late.
Your family stories are tragic. I would say god bless you both but the truth is i don't beleive in deities. So i have no consolation for either of you. On the bright side i won't damn you to hell either because i dont think there is one!
With that said maybe you can both continue to use this forum as a way to iron this life long tragedy out. Most posters in here seem to think things are never as bad as the few of us claim it is. So there is an ample supply of supportive people in here who will tell you 40 plus years of misery is all a natural and acceptable part of a process of eventual success. Your almost there!
Leppy, I give your first post a .07 and your second a 10. And you know how hard it is for me to give you, my arch nemesis, a compliment. Guess I misjudged the audince reaction to Johnny Loves Chachi. I was sure evryone loathed it as much as I did.