October 17th
It dawned on me today, as it does from time to time, that I have a brother. We dont speak often and we when do it is brief. I dont know much about my brother. We grew up in the same house, with the same parents and the same sister. We had a closeness that now is only a blur of unclear memories. I know that he was born on October 17th and that he lives in Colorado now. I know that he loves it out there and does not intend on coming back to Mass ever and I dont blame him. Id like to visit him sometime, I know this as well. I know that I smoked my first cigarette because of him. He was the coolest person I knew as a kid and as a teenager. Because of him Im a fan of Snoop dogg and Cypress Hill. He used to drive us to school in the morning and would play them on the ride. I know that he is fierce in his beliefs as I am in mine. He has also been known and observed to injure sharply with his tounge, as I do mine. I know that he has a creative and talented mind. That to him, Nature is beautiful, as it is to me. I know that he is kind and generous, passionate, intelligent and quick. He is not one to be played for a fool and if anyone ever tried they would surely be very sorry. For all these things that I know my brother to be, I wish that I knew more...It makes me wonder why family is not close the way I thought it always should be. It makes me wonder if it ever will be.