Blood Brothers Part I By: Jared Ford “That’s not all either” he said “one hundred, two hundred maybe?” He looked at me wildly as he pulled his hatchet out of our guest’s forehead. Now, I say guest, but I’m more or less borrowing that term, because he wasn’t invited. He just appeared, like a surprise guest. Yes, one second I’m pouring a couple neat scotches for my brother and me in front of my bay window, the next, I’m staring at this fat piece of shit walking up my driveway, aiming an assault rifle at me. Me! “I just bought this god damned villa two weeks ago! And now I have to blow the whole damn thing up? Two fucking weeks Mikey!” I screamed. I have reason to be so upset. This will be my 3 rd vacation home I’ve lost to armed warfare. “This is some fucked up luck, why does it always have to MY vacation home eh? Why have we never had one fucking gun battle at your fucking house Mikey?” “Because you’re obnoxiously noticeable! Christ, you might as well drag some