Private Micheal B. Bross, U.S.M.C.

"Get out of my way, butthead."

This is my cousin Mike. He's my dad's younger brother's first son. He's an asshole to all of our family except me. Mike always picks on his sisters, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and our cousin Jesse, but he's nice to me. He offers me stuff, and respects me, and doesn't treat me like I'm his inferior.
I remember that a couple of summers ago I went to my uncle (his dad)'s house for a while and all us Bross cousins would sleep in the basement. He'd clomp on down at about 1 am each night, in his soccer shorts, with bowls of food, stinking of cigarettes and cookies from a night out with his friends, and sit on the couch. He'd just take a seat right on whoever was on "his part" of the couch at the time, except me. He'd politely ask me to move. He'd even offer me food. I'm not sure why Mike is nice to me.
After graduating in 98, Mike joined the Marine Corps. He has since done lots of adventuring, and training. He's foraged through the Congo jungle with just a flashlight and a knife, and he lived in Okinawa for six months. Mike isn't sure how long he's going to stay in the corps, but he loves it.

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