Well, the other night a few of us captured a photograph that I thought my brother would like:
I hope my brother sees this. Sweet dreams, Colin!
Friday, August 26, 2011
When Jesuits Play...
My brother, Colin, is afraid of clowns. So are a lot of people: there is something totally scary about them, particularly after Stephen King's It transformed, forever, the image of the clown. When we were kids, a hideous painting of a hobo clown hung over my brother's bed in the room we shared and I often wonder if he wasn't so grouchy in those years because he was sleep deprived, fearing to close his eyes lest the clown come down and get him.
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Twisted, as only older brothers can be with younger brothers. You're messin' with his mind, bro!
Oh my goodness, Ryan. I cannot believe you posted that. I had to delete it off my email the moment it was sent to me!
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