You guys know I have a brother, right?
Well, he just had a birthday
And I had decided a while ago I wanted to make him up one of those coffee table photo books
I’ve made them up for Diamond, Dad, Mum – lots of people
And they all loved them
But when my brother found out I wanted to do one for him
He said, no thanks
He didn’t want a book full of photos of himself
And I’m all like, dude you can’t fucking tell me WHAT I can get you for your birthday you’ll LOVE IT!
Still, he’s like, yeah – no thanks
I’d even started collecting pictures of him to use in the book
I started thinking – is it because he’d be embarrassed?
‘Cause it’s not like I wouldn’t blur out his family jewels, for modesty purposes
And I’d make sure I’d only use the cute pics of him
Especially the ones showcasing the awesome fashions of our youth
The sylish-ness of our (homemade) haircuts
I mean, we’ve ALWAYS celebrated our birthdays with fun stuff
Who else gets a Japanese themed six year old party?
What the fuck was THAT about Mum & Dad?
I’d even put pics of me in it too
that look like they were taken in the 1920’s
It would bring back all the fun memories of that time he tried to drown me at our grandparents house when we were kids
And we dressed like homeless people I followed him around all the fucking time constantly
Saying, can I play? Where are you going? Can I come? Slow down! I’m telling Mum!
I was such an arse pain to him the cutest little sister EVER
The photos could remind him of when we started our own cover-tune-singing-duo
And we called ourselves the ‘Flaming Groovies’
Again, what the fuck?
You would have really loved that book, big brother of mine
But I understand
You don’t want everyone seeing your picture all over the place
You’ve always been kinda private like that
You don’t want a photo book?
Then no problem bro
I respect that
Hope your birthday was happy SUCKA!!