"Mikey, Mikey stop... Calm down" I laughed my brother was hugging me, crying into my chest.
"You... You why are you so stupid all the time" He sobbed,
"What do you mean?" I hugged him back,
"You... You never think about the future" He banged a fist gently on my chest,
"What are you talking about?" I pulled him back slightly to look into his teary eyes,
"Ray told me that you keep getting arrested, do you know what that means?"
"What... Yeah I get it I didn't finish school... I got arrested... a few times... I don't care anymore Mikey... I want to be an artist... I want to join a band... I don't want to have a 9 till 5 office job sitting in a cubicle and having 20 minute lunch break"
"Gee you have a criminal record... Do you know what that means"
"Yeah, Yeah I get this from the cops"
"It means you can't get a job, you can't go to New York, you can't adopt either what if you want a kid in the future"
"I know, I know"
"You might as well kiss the touring the world dream good bye"
"I Know"
"You fucked your life up"
"I know"
"You gonna stop fucking it up"
"No"
"What?"
"You once said Regret is a weakness"
"I'm not telling you to regret what you've done I'm telling you to sort out your shit and stop getting arrested"
"Well um..." I tried not to laugh,
"This isn't funny" my brother smiled then bitch slapped me,
"Come on... lets go" I picked everything up and threw a bag to Mikey. Frank stumbled down the stairs with a guitar on his back, Ray came through with a guitar on his.
"Lets Go" We headed out the door to find a decent busking spot

Notes

So long and good bye from That Little Black Heart...
We shall speak again...