When I was born my brother nicknamed me "Howard the Duck". I don't know why, I've had that nickname all my life. I was always ashamed of it. I forgot all about it. For some reason it came to me about an hour ago.


Then I remembered when I was 5, my brother had a "clubhouse". Him and his friend Eric would always go in there and have a kick ass time doing god knows what. I assumed they had a great time because they would always be laughing and playing good music. (My brother is 8 years older, btw.) I always wanted to go in and hang out. I later realized that the reason they were always laughing was because they make making fun of me. He had a sign on the door, it said "No Girls Allowed". Yes, like The Berenstain Bears...