boys are worthless -- i had two younger brothers who'd always made noise. but, boys smell, and there's no disgust in this, just witnessing, like you were standing in front of a congregation of maple trees in the woods and were afraid to say it anywhere else.
like, in some ways, older boys teach us to be men. are you frozen in childhood because of your older brother? what about when you wanted to be him? do you still? is that why you're torturing this prose paragraph into whimpering? — cadmium