I have one older brother. I can’t imagine living without him. We fought a lot when we were kids, I think mostly because he’s five years older and he always looked at me as just a little kid until he was about 18, and then he realized that I could be a good companion, especially when it came to sports. We are closer in ways that even my best friend and I could never be, simply because we have the lifelong shared past. Luckily, we have a lot of things in common such as lack of religious belief, interest in the same types of art and music and movies, we take great joy in the small things that other people might see as trivial or boring, we are easy to laugh, we are easy to feel the pain of others and try to help when and where we can, we both love and like our parents, we both love animals, we like to eat.
Now that we are older and sometimes have a hard time spitting out the right word, you know it’s right on the tip of my tongue, we both know exactly what the other one is talking about, even if we can’t come up with the right word for it until days later. You know, that blonde actor that was in, you know, that movie that was about a guy who was a policeman and it had the other guy that you like, you know, the dark haired one with the curly hair that’s sort of handsome, but not overly handsome, you know, he used to be married to that actress, you know, the one that was in that really funny movie, you know… Yes! I do know!