My Brother etc.

I often think of my little brother when I am travelling. Hoping he is getting on ok. There is an age gap between us of 13 years. I am 28, he is 15. He was born the day that Kurt Cobain died. Everyone was running around school emotional and yelling 'KURT's DEADDDDDD! ARGGGGGHHHH' . And listening to Nirvana really painfully loud in the boarding house.
Even the housemasters weren't telling us to turn it down.
I was as much of a fan as everyone else, if not more. But still i kept yelling out 'SHUT IT! I have a brother!'
It sure was a sad and grand day all in one though. My mum sent me a photo of him in the post. He looked like a boiled chicken. But is now a striking young man.
Anyway we just discovered that we are both capable of chatting to each other on the computer.
Ben: 'Hey homo how is it going?'
me: 'Good thanks gaylord. What going on in that shithole freezing NZ winter?
'Just doing a homo assignment on terrorism'
'Cool.'
'Seeya'
'Later'