Something 1

When I got home from my pick-up game, my brother was sitting on the stoop. He was wearing this holey Flintstones t-shirt that everyone hates and the bad orange hat with a beer logo on it. Most of us hated that even more. As I crossed the street from the bus stop he smiled – maybe he had just told himself a joke, maybe, but not definitely, it was at my expense. I tried to look cool. I dribbled the ball as I walked and it only got away from me once. Well, twice. But I don’t think he saw the second time, so I was pretty happy with that.