I picked up my brother last night, to spite his wish of taking a cab to my house.

I found that idea to be just crazy. The cabs around here are not like cabs in the city. They speak English, which is good and bad. The worst part of taking a cab is that they know the longest possible route to anywhere you want to go, and they take it.

I was waiting for him on the platform, and he sighed when he stepped off, and saw me waiting. Talk about brotherly love.

He said he was hungry, and started walking over to a hot dog cart that is always directly outside the main entrance of the station. I refer to that hot dog cart as food poisoning on wheels. I've grabbed food from it on a few occasions and the aftermath was not pleasant. Fool me once shame on you, fool me around 4 times, shame on me.

We grabbed a pizza on the way back home. On the way back he asks how the "anorexic, bulimic, roommate chick is doing." I said "fine I guess," considering I haven't heard anything about her in a few months.

He walks in the door holding the pizza, using the box to fan the scent around, and says, "Hey eats-a-lot, want some hot, delicious pizza? It will taste soooooo great! MMMmmmmm, this is soooooo tasty..." I let him go on for a little before I told him she moved out. When I did tell him, he felt like an idiot.

If he keeps this up, I think that this will be a fun summer for the both us.