Yeah, I was the annoying little brother, and we had some full-on knock-down, drag-out fights. I once threw a vacuum at her from about five steps up and took her out, and another time pelted her hurtfully with a handful of pennies; she got her licks in too and beat the shit outta me lotsa times. But we were able to generate a unique brand of humor that I’ve never shared with anyone else. The funny chants we made up, the hysterical laughter we birthed, the wrestling in the bathtub as tiny kids when our parents would stick us in there. In a lot of ways we were the same: She was me with a wig.
