"Oh yeah. They've got your slayer speed beat by a mile. He's probably ten miles from here by now and still rocking out." Managed to catch my breath from laughing at her shocked look. The big bastards were touchy as hell but they were still fun.

"Don't know. Next time you see one, ask it."

She told me it was Sammy's ipod and I cracked up again. Hopefully they were ok with listening to Garth Brooks and J-Lo. My brother was weird.

"You know that thing is like a penis to him right? If he gets emo about it, your dealing with him." No way was I listening to him cry about losing his track of Livin la Vida Loca in concert.