Two brief stories about my brother, Will. Fortunately, they're completely true. Unfortunately, I don't write well enough to describe them to their fullest potential. That's why I'm taking half a "victory lap" next year to learn how to write better.
(Intentional)
Every time I try to convince Will to taste beer or wine, he always refuses, so of course I just bully him more. Anyway, the last time I did, he looked me right in the face and he said, "Beer pressure."
He's right, of course.
The other day, I called my brother to wish him a happy birthday.
"Happy Birthday, Will!"
"Oh."
"Will, what do you say when someone says 'Happy Birthday'?"
"To you?"
Will just turned 18.
I am 200 years old.
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I am sad about growing up. It makes me incredibly unhappy, to tell the truth. =(
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