Growing up, i always figured if my brother made the papers it would be for doing something either illegal, like taking the paucity of pussy in his life into his own hands in an forceful manner, or monumentally lamebrained, like breaking my neck doing a shit impersonation of John Kreese the Cobra Kai Sensei from Karate Kid.
Well it turns out my brother finally made the papers, last week. Twice. For neither of the above reasons.
Turns out his first collection of poetry Wave Caps, is making serious waves.
First he got interviewed by the East End Review, a center-page spread ting.
Then none other than Vice interviewed him check it!
Which is pretty incredible, and a fuck of a lot more than i've ever achieved in my lame inconsequential life.
Then again i distinctly remember when he got up on a chair to read four of his poems out at the launch of Wave Caps, looking around the room and to my horror seeing about a dozen pairs of girls' eyes trained hypnotically on him, heads cocked to one side, mesmerized, hanging off his every fucking word. It was puke-worthy.
And i realised that he was still addressing the paucity of pussy in his life, in a forceful manner. Just much more subtly and perhaps not illegally.