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I love my brother from January 26th, 2010

As a boy, my younger brother was an avid radio controlled car enthusiast.  He was young and talented. The average age for this sport was about 43 years old.  Beer belly “Basement Boys” who, for their four decades in existence, never stopped sucking their overprotective mom’s tit. The kind of man that will remain a virgin until he is able to sell his collection of World of Warcraft Collectables. And then take that money and pay a desperate crackhead prostitute from craigslist $40 to let him fuck her for the six minutes it takes him to orgasm.  These people are disgusting and they stink and they have sweat stains on their tee-shirts.

I am 5 years older than my brother. Growing up, I thought of myself as the way cooler older brother, I would nag, pester and tease my brother about how lame is Radio Controlled hobby was. He got the point and ended his career as a RC car driver at the tender age of 13.

My biggest problem is trying to force people into seeing the world through my eyes. Good art does this also. But good art does it in a way that is less insulting. I hope by reading this, you will consider what subculture you belong to.  I should have drawn a picture for my brother instead.

I want to be a hero for the common man; The Wal-Mart clerk, or the gardener. But the truth of the matter is, I actually hate them.  I hope I don’t sound elitist, but most of them are narrow-minded simple people.

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