Zel-kun’s Words

My brother is coming home today.  He’s been out on the road for a few years now, since before I left Wal-Mart, and he finally quit.

He worked in construction, out on different jobsites.  He built a few different things, most notably that high-tech Cardinal’s stadium out there in Phoenix.

It was a pretty good gig, I think, the kind I wouldn’t mind having if I didn’t think physical labor was akin to torture.  Get out on the road, make lots of money, and live in an apartment that’s practically paid for.  I can imagine the loneliness that would develop after a year or more on the road, with only a couple days here and there to be with your friends and family.

I think he had too much responsibility thrown at him too quickly.  He was on his own, given money, and he didn’t know how to deal with it.  So now he’s back, ready to pick up the pieces of his old Chicago life and start rebuilding.  I think we’ve all been there, its good that he’s doing it earlier on, rather than when he’s thirty.

I would like to try to use this situation to try to build up a relationship we once had as children.  Usually, we go days with only exchanging one or two words.  I think it should be up to me, and change that.  I should talk to him, offer him a bit of guidance, help him get back on his feet.

I’m the big brother, its about damn time I start acting like it.

Zel-kun out.