i have another brother. or, an other brother. he’s my brother’s best friend, but he lived with my family, and he’s around all the time, and i cried when he left for army basic, and i cried when he came home just this week, surprising me by shouting and knocking on my door at 3am when all along i thought he wasn’t going to be able to come home for christmas. having him home was truly all i wanted out of this holiday season, and it’s been a great few days for it. i love the kid, and there is no space in between him and my family as far as i am concerned.
i also have another brother friend figure, and he’s george’s chauffeur ‘cause he got pulled over last month for an expired sticker and realized he actually had a suspended license, so there’s this other teenage boy living on my couch, and it’s all seriously hilarious sitcom level shit going on in my life these days.
my car died tonight, which left me sitting in the buick in a right turn lane waiting for george to show up and help. it took hardly any time at all before a van full of dudes pulled up, pushing my car off the road and insisting on staying with me until i got some help. they turned out to be interesting and hilarious, and even more interestingly and hilariously, george, kaleb and caleb show up in a malibu, all smoking marlboro reds, george in a suit jacket and house slippers. kaleb in his army jacket and boots. caleb in his air force gear. and i just couldn’t help but laugh and feel incredibly loved and protected and a-okay.
we ended up talking with the other guys for nearly an hour, swapping info about favorite junk yards, telling rebuild stories, shaking hands and an offer to buy my stranded car was extended.
i can’t get over the comedy in things lately; that this is how tonight turned out. i got to drive the blazer instead and spent a lot of time with my baby brothers and love all of that so much. kaleb is home, and george is so happy, and i am too. it doesn’t feel like christmas, but it does feel like family.
