Brandon was born in 1978. I was 2 years old and waiting to be a big brother! I couldn't wait because this was gonna be awesome. I'll never forget the day he was born because I was so excited. I was in the waiting room by myself for hours because there were complications to his birth. A random nurse have me a two-pack of club crackers while I waited for someone I knew to come back out from wherever they were and tell me if I had a brother or sister.
I don't know how we got home, but I had a brother, and for the next 12 years or so, he was really the only person I knew. We pretty much did everything together.
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