When he died, some of my first thoughts were to go to that house and set it on fire. I'd started formulating a plan, ended up chickening out. After a while my brother confessed he wanted to do the same thing. Not many times I've been able to connect with my brother as I was always trying to understand the chaos. He just saw it for what it was and tried to escape it. But at that moment, I felt some peace knowing he had that same response. We don't connect much. But we both did our time in that place. And I wish it had been burned to the ground. Love you brother.