Brothers. Go figure. My brother has been an example of what can happen to people who get involved with drugs. He owns a Porsche and had his own house by the age of 20. Unfortunately, all of it meant nothing because he ended up in a persistent vegetative state. Marriage. She took everything he eventually ended up homeless. I’ve tried to help him as much as I can. When I hit the lottery, I gave him a new home. It was the box from my new 65” tv. Payback is hell, isn’t it? I remember when we were kids, our mom asked me to hand out invitations for his surprise birthday party. That was when I realized he was the favorite twin. Now we can laugh about how competitive we were as kids. But I laugh more. When we were little we were always playing Robin Hood. It was fun, but he was always Robin Hood and I always had to be Little John. After a while I got sick of it and told him I wasn't playing any more. “Ok” he said. “We'll play a different game and this time you can be Robin.” That’s great.” I said. “If I’m Robin, who are you gonna be?” “Batman” he said. Another game I hated playing with him was hide and seek. Maybe he felt sorry for me because he always hid in the same place, making it easy for me to find him…. at the bottom of the stairs, crying in his wheelchair. We had our problems, but I owe my life to him. When I was young, if it hadn't been for him, I'd never have known that I had a rare disease and because of it I had to eat fresh dog turds three times a day. I was so thankful that he told me in time. He eventually found a girlfriend, and for reasons unknown, he never brought her to the house until he was engaged to her. When the family finally met her, I found her to be pretty, but not very smart. To illustrate my point, during the introductions, my brother said to her, “This is my mother and this is my dad, and this is my brother.” “Nice to meet you all.” She said. Then she looked at me and asked “Who’s the oldest? I said, “My dad.” Now I realize that some of you may disagree with what I’m about to say, but I believe that it’s ok to have sex before marriage. How else would I know if my brother's future wife was good enough for him? Anyway, as I said earlier, it didn’t work out, and now I'm beginning to suspect that my brother may be gay because several times recently I've caught him checking out my butt. As nice as it is, I’m still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, because some of my skirts are a bit short.
