I do not like, I hate, despise my brother J.
Because I am him, on a smaller scale but I am him.
Even in this moment I try to distinguish myself from him.
I have done that since the day I got made fun of by schoolmates, because he was brother
Bullshit Smitty was his nickname, behind his back
And I was embarrassed and got defensive
It is not inaccurate.
He told tall tales.
Like he rode a motorcycle across Europe
He worked intelligence during his army stint
His assignment? John Lennon
He never left Fort Dix
The army didn't put a gun in his hand and send him to Nam
They knew better
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