Dr. Mykl and Mr. Vu [journal]
A few days ago my dad used Mike's car to drive my sister to the subway station. When he returned to the driveway he scraped the rim of my brother's new car into the cement side. Before I continue, let me digress with another story about my brother Mike. Picture my mother and him in his car. My mom was clipping her nails and carefully putting them in a pile. Well, this was enough for my brother to chatise her so harshly that he brought her to tears. He made his mom cry because of the possibility of a finger nail falling abruptly somewhere. What would he do when he finds out about damaged rims? When my dad returned back to tell Mike what happened, let me tell you, you haven't seen angry until you've seen Mike angry. Sometimes in movies you see characters get angry and you think to yourself, wow that's mad. I could never get that mad. But I have yet to see anyone portray the pinky finger of Mike's gargantuan anger, yet to see the same venom in the words, the fire in the eyes, the anger! Nope. I think they should film his tantrum and then base a movie around that scene. It'd be an Oscar. No problem.
