Atomic Bombshell


Cotton Picking

September 22nd, 2004

I sold my brother into slavery.

Heaven forgive me. Monday he started work here at the office. It’s a good deal, I suppose… The pay is decent and we’ll work around his school schedule. But if I’ve done him a favor, why do I feel bad?

Maybe it’s because I bleed my existence into this black hole every day. For me it’s a cotton field. At least for my brother it’s a vehicle to propel him on the road to achieving his dream. I can hardly wait to see him become a feature animator.

Just prior to making him an offer, my boss (our CEO) called me in to grill me, but her concern wasn’t as much about fraternization as it was “Don’t be too hard on the kid.” She’s a big sister, too.

I had a blast helping him put together a wardrobe… in one day. Mad skillz. And you know, even though I don’t see him while he’s working, just knowing he’s in the building is kinda nice. Love that kid.

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