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.
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.