My brother with Jim on the right, looking rather suspect.

I have a shocking and bitter story for my readers today, this is a story that hits closer to home that I would ever like to admit.  It is the story of my twin brother Gilbert Serrano, many have not heard of him and even my own family will not admit he exist but this is due to the lifestyle he leads.  It all began when Gil was a young man, he went camping with some friends and he never came back the same.  Apparently he was exposed to homosexuality on this excursion by a young boy known as Jim Headinger.  Jim was known as the local bully around town and was known for his love of playing grab ass  with the 5th graders during recess.  I am not sure what took place during that trip but Gil was never the same.

Later in life my brother became a cattle wrangler up in the hills of Virginia where he met a fellow named Biff.  Those two were inseparable whether it was the awkward thanksgiving dinners or the  strange yet amusing Christmas cards.  I believe Biff even introduced my sister to the teachings of Mr Myagi therefore saving her life.  Here goes the story according to Gil;

A homemade postcard from my brother Gil.

“It was a friendship unlike any other, when I first met Biff he was a wrangler by hire who really tried to give me the shaft in exchange for his services.  At first I turned him down but after squatting on it for a few days I gave him a shot.  I’m not sure if it was the way he looked at me or sausage he fed me for breakfast everyday, I was hooked.  Things were not all peaches and string beans though.  Some hunters caught us out there one night whilst imitating our favorite wrestlers and they beat us silly.  They kept calling us Nancy for some reason, I don’t know who this Nancy was but we sure took her beating for her.   I never saw Biff again but sometimes when I look out to the horizon and stare into the sun, my eyes hurt….This reminds me of the shiner I took that camping trip.  I wish him well..”

Readers all I ask is that you remember that you don’t choose your family and you must accept them for who they are.  Whether it is a monk for a sister or a nancy for a brother, family is most important.