I’m totally floored. Lets forget, for a moment, all the times I screwed up so that he could play the role of Helpful Big Brother, and come to my rescue. We can dismiss the countless fights I bravely avoided until he threatened to beat me up himself if I didn’t engage. How many times did I drop what i was doing so that I could keep him company at Laker games or boxing matches? In how many huddles did I suggest just handing the ball to him and letting him outrun everyone to the end-zone? In retrospect, i was the quintessential little brother to him. And, you ask, how does he repay me?
He goes to las Vegas, and instead of taking me, takes his wife and daughter. Prick.
5 responses so far ↓
heartbreaktown // June 17, 2008 at 9:02 am
That insensitive bastard.
democommie // June 17, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Mack:
He should have at least taken your money.
jim voorhies // June 19, 2008 at 7:15 am
cut him out of the will – that’ll teach him to trifle with you!
democommie // June 20, 2008 at 7:10 am
jim voorhies:
I’d cut people out of my will–but I doubt they would notice.
woody // June 22, 2008 at 3:30 pm
Ah Memories! Mrs. Woody and I still play a game called “outrunning to the end zone”. If I can catch it, I get it. Trouble is I can no longer catch it.