My Brother
I'm going to finish this up with a funny story about the kind of guy he was so stay tuned...

My Brother repeated his first year of collage, this meant that me being his younger brother I was actually
in the same year as him. At first I thought he was kinda of stealing my thunder. He was my exact opposite in
every way, I was an academic he was the most social person I've ever meet, he was amazing with girls I was
shy and well shit at it, I took physics and maths he took psychology and Philosophy. Despite this we became
best friends. I not being as socially graceful as he, always looked up to him, he being a lazy academic always
thought I was smarter than him(though I don't think I was)and a better person (for some reason)so he looked
up to me.

To say we were thick as thief's is an understatement, he quickly introduced me to all his friends, by this time
though I only really cared what my brother thought about me, he thought I was hilarious and kept telling me
I should do stand up. Because of this I completely came out of my shell, and all his friends started to like me.

3 years later I was in university, and by this point if my brother made any new friend the first thing he'd say
to them is "my brothers my best friend" and just talked about me the whole time and how great I was. he also
used to point at women in the streets and tell me which ones would go out with me, not that I tried it on or
anything. I just mean that whenever he was around me he just boasted my self confidence, All the friends that he
introduced me too by this point, where just in awe of me. (Which weirded the hell out of me)

anyway in the final year of university on, in my final semester, campus security called at my house and my house
mate cycled to me to tell me. As I started to walk home (longest 20 mins of my life) I started to think of all the
things that could of happened, I thought my granddad had died or something and was a wreck by the time I got home
and called back. It was my parents and they then told me that my brother and best friend.

Had suffered a brain hemorrhage, and was lying brain dead in a hospital in intensive care.

I'll never forget seeing him in the bed after they'd called it, he was an organ donor so he was kept alive
until they'd finished. (Apparently part of his liver saved a babies life)

So now I have no one to watch DVD's with or play computer games or smoke weed with(What can I say I'm easily pleased)
and all my friends have scattered throughout the UK. I never tell anyone I'm sad and don't have anyone to open up to
like I used to with my brother. I'm not the suicide type so don't worry on that front (always thought it was a bit melodramatic)

So now all the plans we made together (we were going to be each others best man and get a place together, and see the
world learn to snowboard etc...)are gone. There's nothing I really want to do with my life apart from be happy, But I'm not

I miss him all the time but when ever I think of anything we did together. I smile cause this is the kind of person he is...

He won a competition at work a valentine competition, to write a poem, as I said before he was very good with women.
he wasn't a sexual deviant or anything but he was very loving.

So his girlfriend at the time approached us with this poem and asked if she could read it at his memorial.

after this his supposed ex came up to us and said he was going to sent her a poem and she never got it.
Hmmmm.. ok then. After finding it on his computer I print it off.

gave it to her and thought. ahh.. this could cause a problem if his girlfriend read it out at his funeral.

Then I check his myspace only to discover that their's a third girl in the works... with the same poem

In a 200 seat crematorium their are so many people there that there are people standing in rows at the back..

We manage to convince the first girl politely not to read it out at the funeral..eventually

flash forward a bit and I've found out the whole story...

THEY ALL KNEW ABOUT EACH OTHER???!?1 WTF!??!

He'd been dating 3 girls at the same time!, not one of which wasn't attractive (not my type, little too on the
vapid side for me.)

Not one of which was even slightly miffed about it, he'd been completely honest about it from the get go apparently.





Whew...Sorry about the length but at least I didn't make a bad length joke about something 6ft long and stiff...oh wait..
damn that was in poor taste.
(K9, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 22:56, 3 replies)

I'm going to take shit for this but it needs doing...
Coledge.
Pyhcology.
Graceful as he.
Helarious.
Univercity.
Hemaridge.
Lieing.
Intesive care.
Compatition.
Aproched.
Suposed.
Politly.
Abit.

Christ on a bike!

Check this out: www.thefreedictionary.com
(ComplexStuff Was confused by life on, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 23:32, closed)

^That
I have to admit the spelling is terrible. Sad story though, I feel for you.
( RiverBlues Hello, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 23:44, closed)

Spelling
Yeah a tad dyslexic, didn't stop me getting a degree in physics though...

I've corrected most of them, Guess I didn't think b3ta was really a hot spot for Spellophiles.

Yeah I did make up a word just then, and probably spelled it wrong too. If people making up words annoys you please send a large dump in an envelope to Prince make sure you put enough postage on it though, thats not the kind of thing you want returned to sender...
(K9, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 0:50, closed)