Too Hard

Until then, he lived his lavish life in the fast lane without a care, then crashed into a brick wall that appeared out of nowhere. When Conor, Colt, and Cody were younger, they wore their hair and clothes exactly the same, making it nearly impossible to tell them apart. It felt great to wear sweats or jeans with Cody, not an ounce of judgment in his eyes... He should fucking hurt, but... at the end of the day, what will screaming and throwing fists accomplish?