i'm looking for Hermano

my brother tricked me into going along with him for christmas shopping even though i have decided to ignore the holiday and its obligatory gift-giving. after sixty dollars (one gift down, four more to go) we met up with melissa at standford's for happy hour. peter talked about perhaps extending his career in the marines to be trained as a sniper.

once we got home i showed melissa a picture of me with permed blonde hair at the tender age of eleven. along with my photos of camp and home school friends with bad fashion sense was a sideways, half cut off image of my little brother with head gear on, oversized glasses, brown hair askew. pointing a nerf rifle at the camera.

prophetic? i think so.