I believe that my brother would make the best fucking soldier the military has ever seen. I also believe that my brother is going to die young, because nothing bad has ever happened to him. I believe that my brother is a good liar, but he doesn’t have much to lie about. I believe that my brother is stronger than me. I believe that my brother is going to invite me over for the holidays when he’s 28 with a nuclear family and I’m 25 and about to die of boredom. I believe that he’ll let me make dessert while he and his wife do dinner. I believe that he loves me more than I love him on some deep-seated level. I believe that my brother is normal. I believe in my brother.