O Brother Where Art Thou?

When I was a kid I looked up to my half-brother. He always seemed like the "cool" brother, while my full brother and I could never stop fighting. As I grew older, however, I slowly started to realize that maybe he wasn't as cool as I had thought. He always seemed to be getting into trouble. It was like disappointing and frustrating our father was a superpower of his. It all came to head, for me anyway, in the mid-to-late nineties, when he got arrested for a drug-related charge in Phoenix. I decided he was a screw-up.