I wonder if he realizes the image he creates. A flawless face that appears at the other end of the camera lens, and in the pictures that they take. No one can measure up to perfection, not a friend, not an enemy� not a brother. I don�t hate him, I couldn�t hate him � but sometimes I think I do; not because of the person he is, but because of the attention he gets. Everybody looks at him; they all see his good looks, his great personality. Sometimes they notice me, but most of the time they don�t � most of the time I don�t even get to talk. I�ll always be second best, the younger brother.

Second best� that�s me.

Second rate Zac.