In honor of sibling day- let me tell y’all about the time I almost murdered mine. In October 2015, my brother had to relocate from San Diego, CA to St. Petersburg, FL for the Coast Guard. Let’s make it a road trip he said. It’ll be a good time he said. We “will see shit on the way” he said. So I fly into California and 9 hours later I’m knees to chest holding my duffle bag in the passenger seat of an SUV that looks like a hoarder packed it. [ photo 01 ] No time to unload and do it right he says. Don’t worry, we will stop a lot and stretch he says. I’m smiling in the photo because I still had trust. The adventure begins. Our first stop was at a “gas station” somewhere in Arizona. [ photo 02 ] This was the location where he somehow covered my pants with gasoline when he decided to go with a whip motion release at the end of a fill up. His follow up to this magic trick was telling me 10 hours into the drive we weren’t stopping until we reached Texas because he was on a personal mission...