I certainly watched more TV and went out more before I got my first computer.
The home phone was a lifeline. I remember getting a call from a babe I really wanted to know better, and my slightly younger brother started talking shit in the background....trying to fuck it all up.
I politely excused myself and hung up, then proceeded to chase that fuckhrad around the long kitchen table into the coat room, but that motherfucker managed to slam the glass door just as I reached him.... thus necessitating a visit to the ER and about 40 stitches (internal and external) along my right forearm and up against the bone for much of it..
I've never understood why blood can be so horrible to their own, but all the rest of of us have repeatedly warned our parents over the years about that one...
That prick retired from the military eventually, milked a full pension based on dodgy bum knees, as well as his opportunist wife... then got jobs as an EMT and cop.
The pricks actually bragged about it.
Then my mum put up the farm for sale that was carved out in the 1860's because it was too big for her but she wanted her kids or at least a relative to carry it on for future generations... and my brother promised her he would.
None of that happened at all. Within 2 years he put it on the market at double the price.
If I saw any of those pricks broken down on a long desert stretch, I would not render assistance . I wouldn't give them one drop of water.
He'd a goon. I would kill him with my own hands if I thought I legally do itl..