Snap Studios. Over the river and through the woods I flee through black and snow. The beast on his way cares not what I say.

But for the debt I owe.

Ha ha ha! Listen to spoot.

Stay tuned.

From KQED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spoot.

Perhaps. Perhaps it's because of a first-born child or maybe it's just because of a first-born child or maybe it's just because

but I'm often oblivious to the emotional temperature of a situation or place.

And growing up in my household, this spatial blindness could be dangerous with my family.

If you did not first stop to sense the anger quotient of a room

before you entered that room,

it became a target of the fury. And I could never learn to test the waters before the storm,

but my brother, he came equipped with a different type of emotional

antenna and sometimes arriving home from school he just put his palm on the

front door for a moment.

Wait, wait, before twisting the knob and walking in.

Or maybe turning to me shaking his head telling me

We better try the downstairs door and be quiet okay

Eggshells. We lived on eggshells and were left to my own devices. I might just barge

through and inadvertently set ablaze this unseen fuse. He didn't

instead he placed a hand on my shoulder. Shake his head. No, no, no, no.

Don't go in there right now. I don't know how many beatings I avoided just because he turned me

away from a fury I couldn't even see gathered around me. I only wish I had understood enough to steer my brother

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