the mullet mans better half

so most of you know the story of H's "mullet man"
a couple of weeks ago i met his brother or cousin or some kind of relative. the chld was not in his right mind.
the conversation frightened me as he gazed at me with one eye and the other spun wildly around in his head.
none of the conversation made sence. it was akward. it was weird. and it made me a better person for having survived it.
H, i hope to never have the full understanding of what you endured so long ago. but my dear i do in some small way feel your pain.