Without Mitch noticing, his mind was gradually changing. His ability to measure the consequences of his acts and his responsibility as an adult were disappearing and being replaced by a rebellion against society and its norms and precepts. His IQ was lower and most of his college education was wiped from his brain.
Mitch halted suddenly and no matter how hard he tried, he could not imagine any reason to not go back there and fill his face with beer in the middle of morning. So he went there and got a entire six-pack of the fridge. When his brother, Gabe, was getting out to work, Matt was shirtless, turning a can over his mouth and burping so loud that almost shuddered the house. Gabe noticed that Mitch has grow a lot of hair overnight, but dismissed he did not remember the last time he saw Mitch without a shirt on. Also Mitch looked more tanned and his arms more muscled. But the behavior was the worst. Mitch had the personality of an accountant, maybe a bit overbearing to his girldfriend Karissa, but no big parties type of guy, and certainlly not one to drink in the morning of a workday.
- "Hey Mitch, werenī t you going to work today ?". Said Gabe while smelling the strong musk of Mitch barefeet over the coffe table.
- "I'll go if I want." said Mitch coarsely, already tipsy and trying to find some rock music on his smartphone.
- " Something happened between you and Karissa ? You donīt look your usual.
- " Hear me preppy boy ! " Mitch raised his voice making Gabe shudder. " I ainīt asking you when you wipe this ass of yours and you have fucking right to question my life. Now get out of here fucking cager !" Said Mitch, even being younger than Gabe, now he felt like Gabe was a young man next to him. In fact Mitch looked older by the minute.
Suddenly Mitch felt the ink on his arms getting hotter, he had a stranger urge to do something.