Brotherly Love!
My brother had an improv show last night. Wait... back up.... the day before I was offered a ticket to go see Bowie in concert. I was also asked to go to watch the big Laker game with friends at BJ's. I tryed to see if my brother wouldn't be to upset if I missed it but he gave me a guilt trip that he's seen all my shows twice or more and wants me to come. So I decided to be a good brother, watch his show and try and catch the 4th quarter of the game. No "Ground control to major tom" for me. So the show started at 7. Kenny, my brother, told me that it would be an hour and 45 minutes at most. I get there and the tiny little theatre is packed and that I would have to stand in this tiny, hot, stuffy room. The show started and I was already in a bad mood. The first act lasted an hour and 10 minutes. I was ready to die. It was not funny, all they did was make fun of this stupid little cunt that i fucking hate that I remembered from school, and took 10 minutes in between every game to get to the next one. I go out to my car at intermission to check the score and found out Lakers were down by 12 or something. Go back to the show even more pissed and sit in the aisles cause my lega are going to give out. After 2 hours and 45 minutes of pure shit it finally ends. TWO HOURS AND 45 FUCKING MINUTES! After the show I give my brother a quick hug, say he did a good job and left. I go home and my brother comes home all depressed. My acception and praise means the most to him because for some reason he wants to be me and have me proud of him. The truth was is that I was proud of him I just was tired of sitting in a tiny room forever with these people that wern't funny. I felt bad so I ran down to 7-11, picked up some cigars and came back home. I cracked open a beer, poured half into a little cup and took my bor out side. My bro is 15 and has never had a cigar. I had my first when I was 15 so I lit it up for him gave him the cup and had him tell me what he was thinking. He explained how he was pissed off at the show, doesn't really like the people and wanted me to like it. I talked with him, showered him with compliments, and gave him a huge hug and told him I loved him. He went to sleep after havng his first cigar with his big bro, and a major ego stroke. I woke up to have my mom tell me how good I made him feel. I love my bro so much and can't wait to see him move on to bigger and better things.