For those who remember that blog post greeting my brother happy birthday, it's that brother (I have 2).

You see, we were eating breakfast. Everything was okay, we were cool and all that — then he ate the last sausage. I hadn't eaten any, and I thought he understood that I would want at least one (since we're practically twins… y'know, twins' intuition).

BUT NOOOOO, he went ahead and ate the god damned sausage.

And now I'm not talking to him.