Brian Andrew is my baby brother. He's eight years younger than me. [[bio-dan Dan]] and I screwed him up pretty good, along with my parents. We spent too much time when he was a baby telling him how cute and wonderful he was. I remember still when he was just learning to talk and one day my dad was carrying him and I said to him, "Brian, you're so cute," and he responded with, "I know." Oops.
Brian has most of the good attributes of me and Dan and fewer of the bad ones, except he is a lot like [[bio-keyrock Dad]]. Sorry, but it's true. Don't worry, Bri, we all are in one way or another. SIGH.
Anyway, Brian is very smart and also cares enough about school to want good grades (something [[bio-dan Dan]] and I lacked a little), which means he's better off than us. He also figured out a real profession to pursue and is in the very trying Architecture program at Auburn University.
Brian also has a good sense of humor (as all of us do of course) and a very pronounced sensitivity to injustice in every form, especially petty forms - this might be rivalled only by me. For instance, I think that if you drive in the left hand lane of the highway going less than the speed limit, you should have your license revoked. But I digress.
Brian used to spend all his time sitting in front of the TV eating chips and drinking Pepsi. Then he stopped drinking Pepsi and got really tall and skinny. Now I'm not saying drinking Pepsi stunts your growth or makes you overweight, but you can draw your own conclusions. I don't drink Pepsi anymore.