Some of us are lucky to have a sibling who they are close to and who is their best friend. Others, like myself, have siblings who are an acquired taste. I have two older brothers and they have very different personalities. My older brother, Joe, is more of an introvert. He loves video games and likes to do things on his own. My oldest brother Kevin, is the strangest person I’ve ever come into contact with. He is very witty, the handyman of the house and also the family clown. Now, most siblings have rivalries, but my relationship with my brothers is more about taking care of them when they aren’t sober — I don’t mean "passed out and having to carry them home;" I mean, giving them a lift when they aren’t able to drive after going out to the bars. And my sibling responsibility is to help them out like it’s a contract. I’m expected to.

My oldest brother has the best car rides home because all he loves to have is the music blasting and have some good “snackies” as he puts it (he really loves Cheetos). Joe, on the other hand, will contemplate the meaning of life and love to talk all philosophical while I’m tuning out. I have better stories with Kevin, obviously, and I want to share my favorite because its just too good.

So the night or should I say morning started at 1:00 a.m. Kevin called me to ask for a ride back to our house. I’m outside waiting after calling him about 10 times and he comes out yelling “lets go, drive, lets go!” So now I’m confused and I drive away and he tells me that he stole the bag of chips from his friend’s house and didn’t want to get caught. Now we were on the way home and Kevin decides he doesn’t want to eat any more of the chips and throws the entire bag upside down into the back seat spilling every single bit. Now I know I have to clean it up because a drunk guy isn’t going to do it. He then starts throwing a fit because I won’t stop at the store to get Cheetos, which are his favorite snack in the world. I eventually got it for him and we head back to the house. We are in the driveway and he takes off his shirt and lies down on the porch cuddling his Cheetos while I cleaned up the back seat of the car. Its around 2:15 a.m. by the time I got done with everything and I help Kevin get up and put the dust pan away in the house. I was only gone for 30 seconds. I come back to find that he had spilled the whole bag of Cheetos all over the porch and I was in no mood. Kevin decides to get the leaf blower and blow the Cheetos off the porch. Being that it is 2:30 a.m., I wrestle him to the ground to try and get the blower out of his hands because we have very angry neighbors who like peace and quiet this early in the morning. I finally put the blower back and get Kevin inside and down to the basement where his room is. We have Bilco doors that lead from the basement to the pool area. Kevin snuck out and went into the front yard and passed out there. I’m in my room on my phone and I see police lights so I got up and checked. Low and behold Kevin is sitting with the policeman on the front lawn. Fast-forward a little and the cop comes to the door and both my dad and brother are in their underwear. My dad hauls Kevin back inside and the cops leave. I’m still inside laughing so hard and I wasn’t getting the door because I’ve had my fair share of Kevin’s shenanigans for the night.

All in all, Kevin does some pretty stupid and funny things in the a.m., but as a younger sibling, it's my responsibility to help him out when he can't. It sometimes is a process, but it has a very funny outcome and makes for a good story. Some siblings can’t say the same as that. It was a "you had to be there" night, but trust me — you wouldn’t have wanted to be there because I probably would’ve made you clean those Cheetos up.