[I suppose this is some sort of flash fiction or something]
My big brother used to come home from work and eat frosted flakes with me. We’d sit out on the back porch and talk about girls. He’s the one who convinced me not to quit the football team, and taught me how to swear.
He was an asshole too. After he moved out he got mean and drunk. Once he showed up late and punched our dad in the face. Broke his nose. My mom and sister were crying and I told my brother he’d better leave.
I saw him two weeks later. He asked me for money and I asked him about girls. Both our answers were disappointing.