It was after midnight and I had just woken up from a terrible dream. I walked into my lounge room to find tiles just barely hanging on to the edges of a giant hole in the ceiling.
My brother’s brand new car was poking through the middle, the engine smoking and him looking stunned as fire sparked. That was the last memory I have of my dear old childhood home.
This happened six years ago after my brother drove up a skate ramp and lost control. That was the last time I ever even saw him look at a car!