(A Random Post)

Chris’ Story

For Now – Jetplanes Of Abraham

Man, I am having a lot of trouble remembering what day it is. I know it’s Saturday today. My calendar says as much. But every fibre of my being tells me that it’s Sunday. Then again, I live a life of weekends so I suppose it isn’t all that important.

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For anyone who doesn’t know, my brother left the country about a month ago to go teach in Japan. The wheels had been in motion for a while and I can only imagine how much of a struggle it was for him to willingly give up the comforts of home. We’ve always been a couple of spoiled brats. I was not sad to see him go; rather, I was excited. I think there’s a belief among our extended family that were my brother or I to ever actually live on our own for a substantial amount of time that we would spontaneously combust. As far as I can tell, this has not happened to him yet. That is not to say that his trip has been without complications.

Despite the fact that he hasn’t replied to any of my own e-mails (even though he’s not around, I still bother him with questions about movies and television shows that we’ve both watched hundreds of times), I’ve learned through my mother that he’s been forced to adapt quickly. The company he was hired by, NOVA, is apparently guilty of immoral business practices and overexpansion. That is to say, the chickens have come to roost and they’ve been unable to pay or properly house their employees for the last few weeks. So my brother’s timing was just perfect. I’m sure, and who wouldn’t, that he had at least one “fuck my life” moment when he realized what was going on over there. I like to think that that passed quickly and that he’s gathered himself enough to fully appreciate the opportunity that now lies ahead of him.

This is the great adventure we have been waiting for and frankly, I’m jealous. No, I don’t think his life is particularly comfortable right now, but that’s the price to pay for freedom, right? He’s already found work with another company and a new residence, so at least I know he’s taking care of himself. Now he can do whatever he wants. Again, it must have been tough when he found out that all the plans he’d laid out were shot to hell and it must have looked bleak for a minute. But Frank Miller taught us that a man without hope is a man without fear and while I wouldn’t go as far as to say his situation was hopeless, that doesn’t mean my brother can’t be fearless.

He’d never admit it, but Chris has always been the more involved one of the two of us. He was an Air Cadet. He’s a legitimate martial artist. Now he’s a stranger in a strange land. My brother will be the first to tell you that the first quarter of his life has been less than epic. His story begins now.

You don’t know me. You’ve just seen my penis.

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