Chaper 2: before me there were...
Throughout my entire academic career there has always been a constant question: "Didn't I have your brother?". The precedence left by my eldest brother, Preston, has been almost always positive. The exception being, according to J Schulz he was a complete flirt, which I still can't wrap my head around. On the other hand, I have heard some colorful things about my other brother, Woody. Teachers were always polite enough not to mention anything about it, but the students Woody associated with would sometimes tell me things like, "Dude, Woody is crazy!" or "This one time Woody...". Well, I don't think it is appropriate to continue that last one. Woody has always been the "wild child" of the three of us, and caused my mother no shortages of headaches and near heart attacks when he was in high school. Some of the highlights include: driving into a ditch and spending several hours in the middle of the night searching for his keys in the grass, getting a ticket for doing 88 in a 30, crashing into a gas station and only preventing himself from blowing up by ramming into a seemingly pointless pole in the parking lot. It's no coincidence that all these incidents involve his car. I theorize that for the trouble he got in outside of the car he didn't get caught or kept under wraps. He just couldn't hide the car. I love my brother. He's a source of endless entertainment and his personality is a nice balance to mine. Even if I do think he's an idiot sometimes.