Dreaded Dave

David, my youngest brother, is leaving for college in two days. This is utterly depressing for Jason and me. Living in the same house with him for this past two months has been so great, a hearkening back to childhood but replace the little kid who threw a bouncy ball at the wall for hours with a hilarious, perceptive, handsome young man who cuts me breaks in Halo. Fortunately, the stories that will inevitably make their way to us from school are our redemption. He's off to a good start so far - a newly dreaded kid showing up at a rather conservative school with the plan to live in his pickup and topper, in protest to the fact that they make you buy an expensive meal plan (for questionable food) if you live in the dorms.