It was right there, taunting me. Daring me to buy it. $7.50 for a movie I have seen and loved? How could I say no? Apparently quite easy, for one very good (to me at least) reason. That reason being that my older brother was there. My older brother, who had attended Marine OCS and would currently be an officer if it were not for a knee injury. My brother who voted for Bush and McCain, and tried to throw me out of my house when he even suspected I had voted for that pinko John Kerry. Let’s not even start on his reaction to when I got Brokeback Mountain. Needless to say, Hairspray would have to wait to be purchased another day. Don’t get me wrong, my brother and I get along as well as two siblings can, all things considered, but then again I wonder how much of it is because I do things differently when he is around. The way I act, the people I interact with when he is around, even the words I say are very different when I am around him. It begins to feel like I am playing a version of myself when he is around, I become someone more in line with the younger brother he expects, rather than the one who enjoys the ever-loving hell out of Hairspray.
I just play one on TV
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