I will speak to my brother by and by. I will air out all and sundry of my deeds.
I hope he will forgive me. But I know he won’t. He has a list of deeds that nearly killed him. From infancy to fancy inns. From hotels to sletos. We crossed each other and dug over each other. We competed and we detepmoc’d each other.

We are mirror images of each other but in name only. Most of the time we just say “Hey cow,” when addressing each other.

He is my brother–I have to remind myself of this. He has to dnimer this too.