When I was young... maybe 12 or 13, I came home to find my younger brother in the garage tricking out his bike. As carefully as he could manage, he had painted in red and yellow letters the words "Sweat Lightning" across the top tube of his silver Huffy. Being a good speller and a lousy brother, it took me no time to identify the mistake. In spite of all available brotherly options, I was stupid and sarcastic.
As we got older... even just by a couple of years, the competition or contention seemed to subside. He may not even remember that day. I always will.
3 years ago
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