First off, a Prince Jazzbo update. He is apparently running a high fever and having difficulty breathing. They think that he might have pneumonia. So, he’s going to be here until he gets over that and then he’s off to rehab. Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that I’m going to say that again really soon? Oh, yeah that’s right, because he tried to overdose on antidepressants and royally screwed his organs in the process.

It’s funny, people keep asking me if I’m mad at him for doing this. They’ve asked that so much that I had to question why I wasn’t mad. Because I’m not. Not mad at all. On one hand I thought it was because 2011 pretty much desensitized me. But the more I thought about it, it wasn’t numbness I was feeling. It was something much older and instinctual. Then it dawned on me what this feeling was. I had to laugh at how utterly maniacal it is. You see, big brothers don’t get mad when their little brothers do really really stupid things, we get even.

Like this one time, I caught Prince Jazzbo standing in the kitchen in only a t-shirt and his undies drinking pancake syrup. I was so stunned by the absurdity of the act that I slapped the bottle out of his hand, spilling syrup everywhere, and told him to “Clean that shit up!” I was talking to Dave about all of this last night and he reminded me of something. Hold on a second while I scan it…ah, here you go:

That’s from roughly the same era. I think he was walking around in his undies and I made him hold that porcelain mask up over his face and I took the photo. See? I’ve been shooting embarrassing photos of other people since I was a kid. The point is, other people can be mad at him for being stupid, they can yell all they want. It won’t do any good. It’ll just get his hackles up and put him on the defensive. Big Brothers, though, we know how to really get through to them.

For those of you who never had a little brother, or if you just want to be another big brother to my little brother, here’s your chance. All you have to do is right click here and save the above photo to your computer. Then, I want you to set your profile picture on your social networking page to that photo. Think of it tough love. If we didn’t love him, we wouldn’t care enough to give him Hell for being an idiot sometimes. It also makes you appreciate the rare times when he was cooler than you. Like when he rocked the Garbage Pail Kids t-shirt and you wore the shirt of the band you were going to see.

Alright, I’ve got to go to work now. More soon. ~SC