Friday, May 22, 2009

Meet My Brother Tom

The image that you see above is a photo taken of my younger brother, Tom, when he was just a little tater tot.

(he looks like a model, doesn’t he?)

Those of you who have been reading here for awhile already know about the times I spent torturing this little boy by waking him up in the middle of the night whenever our parents went out for the evening; doing my best to scare him, by telling him that a serial killer was in the basement with a butcher knife and was coming upstairs to murder us.

However, what I have never shared with you, were the times I spent drawing pictures of stick people on his face with a black magic marker while he was asleep, so that when he woke up in the morning and came downstairs for breakfast, my mother would look at him wide-eyed and say, “Tom…what have you got all over your FACE??”

(as he sat there perplexed; not knowing what the hell she was referring to)

But I think the most evil thing that I’ve ever done to him, were the times when I would remove the thin elastic bands that were on the back of my Halloween masks and then shoot them at him while he was asleep. I loved watching him suddenly bolt up-right in his bed, clutching the side of neck; screaming, “WHAAAAAAAAT WAS THAAAAT??”

And it was at that point, I would hold him lovely and say, “Oh, there-there, Tom, it was just a nasty poltergeist…go back to sleep.”

All of this makes me wonder why later in life he never tried to kill me by throwing a hair dryer into my bath.

Anyway…moving on to more pleasant thoughts….

As you know, I have two other siblings, however, Tom is my favorite.

Tom is actually my half-brother from my father’s second marriage. And yet, he and I have never felt any less close because of that - we always have had a special connection.

We were the last two siblings to leave home and are closer in age, therefore, had time to bond.

The thing that makes Tom so special…is his wonderful soul.

He’s a “guy’s guy” yet, at the same time can feel totally comfortable being around anyone. He has no pretentiousness and is genuinely sincere. He feels deeply and is very sensitive. He is loyal and honest. He loves to laugh.

If you were to meet him, you would instantly feel good.

And even though Tom and I are different in certain ways, we’ve never once had an argument or expressed harsh words to one another. We respect one another enough to listen to each other’s view points and never judge. We give each other our space, knowing when to speak and when not to speak.

Our relationship is open and free, therefore, we hold no preconceived idea about how brothers are suppose to be with one another. We know in our hearts that we would be there for one another, but there is never any pressure to BE a certain way.

We can go weeks without talking to one another, yet when we speak on the phone, it’s like no time has passed.

Just yesterday, he and I talked, because I wanted to ask him if he wouldn’t mind sharing his baby picture on this post. He reads this blog often, so I didn’t want him to suddenly show up one day and see his face staring back at him, and go, “Holy shit…why does that little boy look like me?”

Yes…you’re on the Internet now, Tom!

I wrote this post because I feel terribly guilty having done all those WRETCHED things to you when we were kids. You had every right to take your BMW and run over me.

Yet, know that my readers will tell me in their comments how hideous I was and that if I had been their brother, I wouldn’t have lived long enough to experience my first orgasm.

Honestly, though…I know I may not say it often, but please know how happy and proud I am to have you as my brother.

You’re everything a friend can be.

Love you.

Have a great weekend everyone!