Skirvins: Tim and Danny

There's really not that much to say about Danny that fits on a page like this. He's my brother. We've known each other since his birth in 1980. For a long while he worshipped me and I took advantage of him; sometime when I was a teenager he figured out I wasn't worth it and just grew annoyed with me, while ignored him as much as possible (along with everything else in the world); a little after I started college we both figured out that the other one was cool, and started treating each other like the close friends we really should be. He lived in my dorm with me (down the hall; we'll never live in the same room again), we went to Australia and New Zealand together, and, well, we're brothers. The end.

If I think of more specific stories, I'll put them up here some day.