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Don’t give a drunk boy a hammer, especially when he wants to hit his bike with it.

The thing is, I didn’t realize he was drunk. He hides it well. He might have been pretty tipsy when we snuck up onto the roof. I’ve wanted to do that for a while, and when we opened the door and stepped out over the city into the night air, I felt so free, so good. I laughed aloud, and we were all smiling at the city, at each other. And then from across a ring of people he stepped towards me, smiling, and picked me up and twirled me around and I threw my head back and laughed and laughed. He’s younger than my little brother and for some reason his exuberance is completely safe, completely without demands.

So later when he told me he needed to fix his bike, with my hammer, I figured - whatever. He knocked it in half.