Today, one of my older brothers turns 43. This is my favorite picture of him. Ever.
It was probably 1985. He was laying in the bottom bunk of his bed, reading a magazine. My little brother and I were trying to talk to him and he was being a dick. So I got a camera, and my little brother started up with a litany of what he felt were witty questions.
“Whatcha reading? Band dorkly?”, “Do you fix your hair like that on purpose? “, and “Your face” in response to anything my older brother said.
Finally, flying into a rage, which we knew he would because he was prone to fits of anger, he sprang out of his bed and this picture was snapped as he began the pursuit of my little brother. He would have beat the ever living sh*t out of my little brother if I hadn’t reached them right as he pushed my little brother down and started to kick him in the face (He really did have anger issues back then). Luckily, I had been able to beat my older brothers up since I was in Elementary school. I lost count of the beatings I saved my little brother from.
So, this is a Happy Birthday post to my 2nd to oldest big brother. He’ll never read it, but that’s ok. He’s on my mind, all the same.