I love my brother, no matter how crazy he can be sometimes, anti-socialness and all. It's still nice whenever he calls his best friend that he's known for over a decade, which is probably a couple of times a year, if even that.
 

    It came in the form of walking off the bus and discovering my brother was behind the wheel instead of my mom(she was in shotgun.) My seventeen year-old, unexperienced driver, and crazy brother.

    D8 doesn't even begin to describe what I felt at that moment.