Those who join us need only give up only half of their humanity- the illogical, ill-tempered

My little brother is going to get married - I texted him mean things because his girlfriend - well his to-be-wife, she's incredible and probably too good for him. He's smart though, always dates above his station. His incredibly beautiful successful wife agreed to get married to him. Wife- see I went right there. I know people have grades and stations, I'm like- your girlfriend, your wife, some stranger. I don't know, I don't follow these tracks, these routes. Whatever. Of course, of the three of us, my sister is the brutal one - my Sister... My brother is the handsome one, I'm the smart one, my sister? Probably the driven one - that's the gracious, nice way to say it, normally I go with mean - but... Okay, feminism is true. She's pretty mean though:

The joke is that my wedding was the only one performed ever by a certain judge of my acquaintance in the suburban court - just me and D and Agatha (a month away fromm being born) on the linoleum where bar brawlers and car thieves took their lumps. Meantime - my sister's wedding stands out as the biggest and best party I ever attended. True Facts - I think I made out with 2 of the 5 bridesmaids and got drunk with the groom's party before 9:00 AM. On champagne. Two live bands and dancing till dawn at the club. A really good wedding.

Awww, Little A was in that wedding too! Me and her. Stood for that. It was awful sweet. I remember when we finally got home I had to spend an hour, and she was sleeping, I spent an hour pulling out all the bobby pins in her hair. I think it must have been a million, we were finding them in the house years later. That kid.

So little Brudder gonna get married, I'm happy for him. Shit I love weddings. I was talking at old Balthazar - who asked me to stand in his wedding come the spring. We're off to buy matching suits this weekend. Weddings. I love them so.

Meantime - I have work.

Not a great day - sort of intense. Sort of called on the carpet and meade to work extra hard at tasks. Sort of demanding. Sort of a bad day at work. Sometimes, I like to imagine having a better job. Sometimes. Not often. I ain't mind working hard, I'm okay at it. I ain't mind, but the thing that makes me good at my job is that I'm dutiful and trustworthy and when I'm having a bad time there - that's the shit that's called into question, and I donn't play. I'm the Realest Motherfucker in Truetown. Ask anyone.

Anyway -you wanna see some shit? Look at this:

Sidwalk motherfuckers. Sidewalk.

So this cat at work wanted to take me aside, unburden himself or just brag. Say his business, say his facts. He's about to walk out on his lady - married 10 years and got a newborn baby - he wants to walk out on his lady over a phillipina girl he met on the internet. I spoke as a bro - said that you do what you gotta, I spoke as his IT Guy - said don't trust on ladies you meet on the internet from the Phillipines. I spoke as a man of the world and a father - said: "What is this going to look like, for you, next year."

I didn't dare to tell at him the true things - because he'd got caught up in some replica of love (and I know from love having found it not long ago) I didn't dare to say: "What is it for you to be a hero to yourself?" I said things and didn't ask, I listened close becuase he wanted to say and say and say and not be told. Unburden. Love is love and you chase it, but I think - I found this... I found Her, and it doesnt' hurt anyone and it doesn't make anyone cry and I think that's more real, that's what I think.

But there you go. Sometimes there's that feeling, and people get it and it drives them hard to do wrong to others. And they tell you that's love and I listened and heard and that's how I came up suspicious.