David's home

Last night after working 12.5 hours my little brother David calls and asks me to pick him up from New Jersey. I actually considered it since I just got off, wasn't home yet and I missed him... until he told me he was still in Philly! I told him I was too tired to wait and with an attitude he replied "ight" and hung up. Immediately the guilt set in. I don't know why, but David has a way of making me feel bad whenever I tell him no. So of course as soon as I woke up this morning I texted him and told him I was on my way.

I love when David comes home. We laugh non stop, I get him into my tv shows (he has me to thank for The Wire), and we just spend quality brother/sister time together. I consider him more than a brother, he's my friend. He gives me great advice and keeps it real always.

Even though I was sort of inconvenienced driving all the way to Dirty Jersey this morning it was worth it not only because I got premium gas for $2.69 and I didn't have to pump it myself but my little big brother is home!