2.02.2006

Ooh, You Make Me Live

So I was watching Four Kings--I know, this entry is officially off to a bad start, but hear me out. It's Seth Green's sitcom on NBC, in case you didn't know. Basically, it's about four best friends who live together. They've been friends since childhood. Anyway, in the episode I was watching, two of the friends get into a fight when it's discovered one is a Republican. The Democrat of the group takes serious offense to this (as any respectable Democrat would).

There's a scene at the end of the episode where an old friend of the guys' runs into them at a bar. He wonders how they've remained friends so long.

"I guess we're the brothers none of us ever had," one of them says.

I often wonder how it is that I've lost so many friends over the years. Well, it turns out that this is actually normal. It turns out I've been spoiled by the friends I've actually kept.

I also wonder what it is that's kept my friends and me together for so long. I've known Jake almost my whole life. I've known DJ for a dozen years, more than half my life. And Murph, I've known well for over five years. Josh has been my best friend at Penn State since freshman year. What do all these guys (and myself) have in common?

Well, besides the obvious (white, middle-class, college males from Pennsylvania), there's one unique thing, I think. Let me Tarantino it for ya.

Jake, Josh, and I only have a younger sister (coincidentally they're all roughly the same age). Murph's an only child. DJ's what he likes to call an "Oh, shit!" baby. He's got a much older brother and sister.

We're best friends because we're the brothers we never had. (I think) We all need each other. DJ's got a brother, but I know he doesn't see him as much as brothers normally would. Whenever any of us is in trouble or has a problem, we've got our best friend to call on for help or just to talk, or even to just laugh it off.

I don't know about the other guys, but I've always wanted a brother. Older brother, younger brother, didn't matter. I always wanted that camaraderie that two brothers shared, no matter how different they were or how mad they got at each other. In a way, I was a little jealous of my dad, who had four brothers of his own growing up.

Little did I realize, I've had four brothers all along.

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