May. 18, 2004 - 9:11 a.m.
Little Boy
My little brother, practically a man. It's so weird. He's 17. He drives a pickup truck, a nice one, not a redneckinmobile. He is always dirty. He digs up dirt all day to build mountain bike obstacles and jumps. He has calloused hands from holding on to the bike and the shovel. He's nearly 5'9. His hands are thrice the size of mine, don't even mention his feet. He has a mellow sense of humour, he never takes his cap off. He's going to lose some hair, my grandfather was semi bald. He has HUGE green eyes, like mine. He has his father's nose. He's always honest. He says it like it is. He never agrees to do things he doesn't really want to do. He has good friends. He can say "I love you" without being forced. He's a hugger. Last night he came to see "Supersize Me" with me. He used to classify everything that wasn't action as a "dumb talking movie". So it was quite a feat that he came. He liked it. My little boy is growing up.
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