Thundertard

I was listening to Led Zepplin this morning and paying tribute to the hammer of the gods when I had an epiphany. If Kev Brock dressed up as THOR, then he would become the amazing Thundertard and those willing to stand in his way would be smote by his golden metal master pedal of the gods. There was this one time, when we were kids, that Kev would put on a plaid blanket as a cape and got on the roof of the house. Then he would dive into a pile of leaves that dad raked up that morning. I couldn't tell him that there was a months worth of dog feces in it because our nextdoor neighbor had this great dane that they would feed t-bone steaks to. This dog would shit in our yard all the time and it always made dad furious, so he would rake it up into a big pile with all the leaves and leave it by the side of the house. Anyway, Kev would leap into this pile completely unaware and come out smelling like a compost heap at the San Diego Zoo. Poor guy. I didn't have the heart to tell him, so I would just stand there and point and stare and laugh. I think the best part of our childhood was going into that old abandoned house filled with asbestos and eating paint chips from the walls. That was always fun.

Kev made a funny post today. I am beginning to think he is really gay because he seems to have a fascination with certain people that he talks about all the time. What's really sad is that most of them are guys. I have to wonder about my brother Kev sometimes. It reminds me of another time when we were yonger when our mom used to spank us for being bad, but Kev would sit there with a big smile on his face as if begging for more. She would beat him so hard that I could have sworn that each time that happened, he was slowly stripped of his masculinity. After two years of spankings, he would gather outside with my cousin Adam and a few friends and have spanking contests. I never joined in because it looked a little awkward. Those were strange days.