Over the years, my brother has always told me to not do things, otherwise, someone was likely to kill us. The first story was when we were stopped at a gas station on our way to Kansas. I saw some bikers outside and thought they looked cool. Unrelatedly, I really wanted to roll down my window because I was hot waiting for my mom in the car. My brother then shouted at me to stop and then told me horror stories about the Hell’s Angels.

The second story was when my family drove through a small town in the mountains of California. We realized when we got there that the town was filled with super hippies. My brother kept telling my family that the hippies would kill us if we got out of the car. Those dirty hippies!!!

The last story happened a few years ago at the airport. As you can guess, my brother was hoping that I wouldn’t get us grabbed up by airport security.

Funny thing is that I realized that my brother has looked more and more like these people over the years. After the first time, my brother started growing his beard. After the second story, my brother started growing out his hair and started wearing beanies. So, I figured my brother has a new career path as an airport security guard. If anyone is in the market, please drop my brother a line. I’m sure he would like his dream to come true!