I killed a crow last Tuesday & you told me it reminded you of Joey- my older brother. I sat inside Big Bertha when you pointed to the bend in the road. That’s where Joey died. He didn’t wear his seat belt. I refused arm floaties at Huntington Beach when I couldn’t swim & you said Joey did the same thing before the sharks got him & when I painted Holly Berry on your BMW you told me Joey smeared scat on the walls & called it art but look where he is now. Only on my ninth birthday did I realize how many times Joey died but even now I think what would Joey do?