My youngest brother is a sailor in the U.S. Navy, currently stationed in Japan. Tonight, I watched a DVD he and his wife made to show off their new baby to my parents. While I was watching the “slideshow” portion of the disc (lots of still photos, loud Japanese rock music, and an excess of showy transitions), I realized my little brother meets a very specific set of criteria:
- White sailor suit? Check.
- Short? Check.
- Bald? Check.
- Chain-smoker? Check.
- Tatoos on his arms? Check.
- Prone to fistfights? Check.
In other words: Holy Shit! My little brother is Popeye! Mom must be so proud.