Change in Plans

At the age of eleven, I consented to a trans-orbital lobotomy at the hands of my fifteen year old half brother. I had been suffering from disturbing night terrors and my brother, who had always wanted to be a brain surgeon, said he knew precisely how to help. I only saw him during holidays so around Christmas, after all the adults had gone out to a party, I retrieved an ice pick from the drawer and we set to work. The procedure seemed to go quite well and my terrors ceased immediately afterward. Years later the night terrors returned. I called up my half brother for advice but to my dismay, he had not chosen a career in brain surgery and instead had opened his own used car lot.