dear_brother australian highrise I can't live up to you. because you've been born, I will always be in your shadow. the parents will always gush about you. you play guitar. you make dinner. you take care of the kids. hell, I do all those things too, but not as good or as much as you do. who cares if you cut yourself or are banging who I thought was my best friend. you can play that hendrix song on acoustic guitar! you can cook steak! you can calm down the kids while the parents are at a party! screw you. screw. you. 060620 what's it to you? who go blather from