Melchor

Yesterday I went to one of my brother’s house to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He thought I have always hated him. It’s not true, I barely knew him and; what can I say, I am not particularly a friendly person. So that’s why he thought I did not like him. Anyways, it turned out that he’s a really nice guy and we have a lot of things in common so I thing we’re gonna get well along.

He doesn’t have a DVD set at home so my brother took our old, very very old, DVD set with us. It was a major disaster. We had to watch the movie from his laptop. I didn’t care, I dance the Time Warp and sang every song in front of strangers. I repeat, I do not care.

His sister (who, by the way, had something with my brother wich I do not want to know anything about but apparently ended up well) made chocolate chip cookies for us. And they were GOOD, extra good because I haven't eaten cookies in months.

And then we order some pizza... this made me so damn happy that I don't really care that I don't have any money now.

Before I go I had to take a pic of his hideous t-shirt. At first I thought he made him with some sharpies… but then he told me that he actually bought it.

This is a sin of fashion.

Heaven knows I try to be his friend because it’s important to my brother. Otherwise I wouldn’t even bother. Good thing he’s a nice guy.