My brother

I use to get beat up and picked on a lot by him. He use to duck tape me to walls and beds, while spitting on my face. I hated him. He would call me names and hit me for no reason. He would sit on me and fart in my face. His name Is J... He's my brother.

Even though my brother was just being a brother, I have always looked up to him. I thought he was the Sh**. I have always wanted to hangout with his "cool" friends and go where they went. It's awesome cause now that we are both around the same age, he asks me to hangout with him all the time. He has cool/nice friends that thought it was odd at first. now they think I'm the Sh**. Funny how that worked out.

Last night I was bored and my bro called me up at 12am. He asked me if I wanted to go play pool in some bar. I said sure. It was nice I watched and played a little bit. My brothers friend said that I was chill. I have never heard any of his friends say this. I liked it. My bro asks me to chill a lot. I think it is good to get out and hangout with him. I enjoy myself and don't have to do anything crazy to empress him.