Dad and I are cool now - he's over 75 - mellowed out. Even called to appologies - imagine that.
well, the best he could muster was "Please don't do to your son what I did to you"
Man - that softened me up like stirred fried tofu.
Double team - yeah it went like this.
Allan gets in fight because some jerk messes with sisters.
Jerk tells his mom - his mom calls mine.
Mom dosn't know what to do so yells at me for hours - why I smash jerk face in. Bring trouble to family etc..
Dad comes home - mom reports - Dad in foul mood - unleases the beast.
Mom feels guilty - stops gadzilla and tries to replace with yelling to pacify monster.
Dad sees wife mad - takes over...
And it goes for hours.
Allan goes to room, rips off the door - kick through ever leg of his hard wood desk again (holding back pain)
Dad comes in says why the hell I'mbreaking HIS stuff - unleashes gadzilla two and the saga continues.
The whole time - sis shuts up.
Next day, Allan puts chewing gum in jerk hair - and it continues again.
Next day, Allan kicks his balls (jerk is 4 years older) - and it continues one more day.
Next week - jerk number two...
Now my brother goes to harvard and get Phd in child psychology - me think he's trying to cure and mix us.
Now you see where all the anger comes from.
Ahhh - that was good therapy.
thats funny Allan. You were a little bastard huh I got my azz busted a bunch of times too and my dad didn't care much about where we were or how hard he hit me. 
