There’s no buddy like a brother


My family has a renowned dislike of gushy sentiment. So this one’s for you, guys.

They say “you can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family”, and boy did I get lucky.  I landed myself an fantastic set of parents, and not just one but two fantastic younger brothers.  I won the lottery AND I got the rollover jackpot.

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Is the album soon to be six feet under?

I would probably best describe the music my 19 year old brother blasts from his bedroom as, at the risk of sounding very old, “just noise”.  Never an ideal supplement for a headache, a hundred times worse in the case of a hangover.  Very rarely are there any lyrics – the occasional yell, I suppose, but nothing really ever worth mentioning.

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