Now I wish to illustrate something before I start this story to people who don’t have brothers, we love each other and all that we do to each other is out of love. To people who do have siblings, you can disregard that as you know its utter bullshit.
My older brother and I can be what would be a weird relationship (I promise this isn’t leading to something gay) we could be considered to a lot of people as arch nemesis, and yet in the same sentence we would be called each others side kicks. Against other's we where playful in our pranks, and yeah sometimes maliciousness was called for, but to each other, we always saved the worst for each other. Anything that we knew would get us in hell worthy trouble if we did to other kids was about a 20 minute screaming in your ear for doing to each other. So whenever someone else pissed us off, the revenge was always taken a few steps back. Of course enough to where either of us would feel good, but when it came to revenge at each other it was always bad.
The fights we had/have always start off as a prank gone to far; my brother started this one when our dad told him to go see if the bear mace was still good. For those who don’t know, mace is supposed to come out in a stream, if it comes out in a cloud its time to get new mace. Well my brother ended up calling me outside, he said can I smell that, I figured it was some sort of dead fish or something that we had to go find and dispose of and breathed in. I nearly collapsed as I started taking even harder breaths, my lungs where dying and my brother who was safely away started laughing hard. He coated the air with mace before I stepped out, because it was bad it lingered and I felt my body burn and shake. Well I sat on that for a day, at the time my brother wore glasses, so I grabbed a glass cup and sprayed some mace in it, and then I coated his glasses while he was asleep that night. The next day he couldn’t understand for the life of him why he was burning, he knew I did something and refused to eat that day thinking I poisoned the food somehow and that’s why he was getting a rash and burn.
Well a day later I woke up with a punch to my eye, after getting dressed and wondering other than the punch what he had in store for me, we spent a few days giving each other small rewards, punches to wake up and cups of cold water in the shower. My dad ended up stopping that weeks feud because he said it was driving him crazy, I think he was just pissed we ran out of creative idea's to get back at each other and resorted to brute force and old gags. A few years later I finally got him back with the mace, I soaked his toothbrush with it while everyone in the house had a cold, nobody could smell a damn thing. After he got the first taste and found me to innocently playing Earthbound, I awoke an hour later and pulling my arm out of my own chest cavity. We laughed about it and still plan our small revenges on each other. God I hope I have kids that take the same sentiment someday.
