It was the Fourth of July.
Packed in a van with my father, step mother, two younger brothers and now ex-girlfriend on our way to my grandfather's to shoot off some fireworks. Alex, the elder of the two, was sitting in the back with my girlfriend. While staring out the window, I heard him tell her this.
Alex: Did you know Brother Ben used to be crazy? But that was a long time ago. He's better now. But he used to be crazy.
He's six years old.
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