So here I was, driving down Hwy 101 doing 80 trying to write down my thoughts on this testimonial. Chicken scratch words of various descriptive and expressions, showing his strength and mad brain. It’s been days now thinking how I really want to write a nice testimonial for Max. I got frustrated, yet again because words were failing to describe him the way I wanted him to be known in a testimonial from ME. I sat back and turned up the radio.. it hit me.. wouldn’t it be so cool if I had found out my mom had some childhood fling with his dad and we were really brother and sister? He wouldn’t be able to leave me, he’d be stuck with me, even when he was angry or just frustrated to the point of boredom. I could curl up on his couch and watch movies! I could drag him to BevMo’s and pick out the finest wines! I could treat him to lunches on rainy days at the Cheese Cake Factory. He would be forced to pick up the DAMN phone when I called! He would tell me stories and make me laugh.

It would be wonderful, I want Max to be my brother.