Brotherly Love: A Knife Incident

Oh my god, guys. My brother tried to stab me. No,

I’m not kidding. Quick recap. He’d been acting weird all week—slamming doors,

muttering, full villain arc energy. I thought he was just being dramatic.

Yesterday I’m making a sandwich when he walks in, dead silent, grabs a knife,

and goes, “You shouldn’t have touched my stuff.” Bro, I didn’t touch ANYTHING.

I panicked and grabbed the closest weapon—a loaf of bread. Yes, bread.

I chucked it at him, he slipped, the knife skidded under the table

like it was trying to escape too. He stands up and goes, “Okay,