I love my brother because he makes me laugh.
Our relationship, however, is much more deep and textured than this simplistic summary, but he is the only person on God’s green earth that can make me laugh anytime, no matter how mad I am at him or how wrong or monkey-like he is.
He wrote me something funny about a very very very expensive foray into a dental lair that was so expensive he felt he’d made the monthly payment for his dentist’s Jaguar, but added a couple of hilarious comments:
“Oh well, such is life in america where only the rich can have nice teeth. Economic racism. Anyway, you just have to go elsewhere for help; France is the answer i guess.”