CONRAD
We are of the same blood. I have punched him in his face. He has yelled at me. He has bitten me. I have neglected him. We have gone fishing together. I have strangled him as a baby. I have taken baths with him. I have judged him. I have played swords with him urinating in the toilet. I have had a two year period of not talking to him. I have claimed ownership of his toys. I have beaten him at Indian leg wrestling. He has beaten me at world wrestling. He has told me I was a hole of an ass. The same dog licked our faces. I have watched other children make fun of him and I did nothing. I have twisted his arm. I have passed clothes to small for me onto him. The same hand has spanked us. The same lips have kissed our heads off to school. I have looked at him and completely loved him and hated him at the same time. I have bribed him not to tattle on me. I have bragged about him behind his back. I have talked about him behind his back. I have yelled at him for not singing the right words to a song. I have been jealous of him. I have excluded him. I have hurt him. He has enlightened me. We slept in hammocks in the trees. We drank beer under a black blanket sky.