Called my brother last night. It was his birthday and he's twenty-six now. I told him he's not allowed to get any older because it makes me feel old. He laughed and told me he'd work on it. I was serious, though. I can remember him when he was three. That was over two decades ago. We were living in Willunga Street and I was going to the kindergarten on Wellington road. I dunno where the little fucker got the energy from but he'd peddle his tricycle down to the kindergarten when Mum would walk down and pick me up. It was his favourite thing in the world, even though the driveway in the back yard was stained from his blood where he'd fall off it and put his put his teeth through his lip.
I think this is just gunna get worse as I get older.