Well golly. What an interesting weekend. My dear younger brother came to visit me from his new home in North Carolina. Actually, that's not true, strictly speaking. He came up to visit friends and grovel for his diploma from that august educational institution, Temple Universty. Although he still maintains that that it is a "good" school, U.S. News & World Report's constant ranking of it in the nation's 3rd tier (out of four) leads to look upon it with a jaundiced eye.
On the bright side, I got all of the dirt on his life. I learned about the chicks he's banged (I had significantly overestimated his exploits on that point) and all of his whacky experiences. He has also acquired a disgusting habit that, frankly, suprised me a great deal that he would lower himself to the level of the average dumbass an acquire. TSK! He's such a fashion slave! Unfortunately, I cannot reveal that habit here, since it would undoubtedly cause great consternation to family and loved ones. (He smokes! HA HA!)
I'm also glad to know that he shares my opinions about that wasteland below the Mason-Dixon line. Although he lives in a more rural area and therefore will never know the joy of concentrated suckiness like I found in Memphis, he gets the idea. Yes, it is a land of toothless 30 year-olds where most women have 2 kids by the time they're 20 and they're almost never married.
Come to think of it, that ALMOST describes PhilaHELLphia, except not quite as extreme. Why he's so thoroughly enraptured by this city is a mystery to me. Fortunately, I live in the happy village of Kenilworth, where everybody loves everybody.
He always did have questionable taste.
