Dallas is even odder. I'm here in a hotel with my brother (thank god we have separate rooms). He's still an idiot, and he's still annoying as hell. I woke up this morning at quarter till six, and he was dressed and ready to strike up a conversation with me as soon as I'd stepped outside to smoke a cigarette.
I think we might be working it out, however. I made it plain to him that if I *EVER* wanted to have a conversation with him again, I would start it.
I don't plan on starting any conversations with him.