One time our electricity got turned off. In a panic, I ran around to the side of the house to try to turn it back on myself. After snipping the flimsy red tag off the breaker box, and opening it up, I realized that the Electric Company had removed a critical part of the breaker that I was not able to replace. Then I realized that I would be in trouble for tampering with the breaker box. I was late for work and needed to leave. I put a note on the breaker box that said "Eric, Don't Touch! Hot!" Then I called the Electric Company and told them that I had a special needs brother who opened up the breaker box to see if he could "Fix" the electricity, and to please come turn the power back on. I woke my brother up to tell him that they were coming out to turn it back on and to be quiet and act retarded. As I ran out the front door I looked back to see my brother standing in the window, shirtless, unshaven, one eye half closed, and slobber running down his chin. That's when I realized something that I had been in denial of for many years, my brother really was "special", and he would do whatever it takes to make things happen.E was born and raised in Dallas Texas. An extreamly white and conservative liberal whom enjoys the finer things in life ...such as ... adult diapers, pharmaceuticals, and Mexican food. He lives as a sinner, likes drinking till he cant stand up, peeing off the front porch, rolling in the dirt, and chasing the passing cars.G "a.k.a. Pocahontas" was raised in and around Dallas Texas. Political Activist. Liberal. Trying to keep his brother E out of the State Penitentiary. He likes to drive slow with one eye closed and his elbow out the window ...and he quotes "my brother smells like pee".
