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I went out with my brother tonight. for those of you that dont know, my family, as well as my brother, are mormon. My brother is, well, my brother. Not in the 'yer my brother because you get drunk with me every weekend' fratboy sense, but the way that someone can truly understand what youve been through because they have seen it and been there all along. tonight was the first time I drank and smoked in my brother's presence. Before, I was always apprehensive to because I thought of myself as a role model to him. I have come to realize that my brother has his own principles, his own boundaries in place, that are not affected in quite the way that I had perceived them to be. It is disheartening to learn that you no longer have quite the same impact on somebody that you thought looked up to you. Or maybe I do, I just dont realize it. I'll never forget the quote on a magnet that my mom had on our refrigerator while i lived at home - "If you can't be a good example, you'll just have to be a horrible warning". Molly just woke up, so i'll have to cut it short. I'll give it some thought and get back. Anybody wanna put their two cents in, please feel free, i'm open to suggestion.