I know, how in the world do I have time to watch TV? Mostly it plays in the background while I am writing, editing, supervising homework, folding clothes... etc. Sometimes it plays while I am pretending to do one of the above... busted.
I have been re-watching Supernatural as we recently got Netflicks and I realized that there are three whole seasons I have not seen!!! What?!?
I went back to the beginning, and I am already on season 4. This show is like crack!
But why do I enjoy it so much?
Not just because of the eye candy.
I love the snark, the campyness, the beautiful way that it makes fun of itself, embraces horror culture, pokes fun at us nerds, and even classics that I love. But there is more.
I love this show because it reminds me of my brother. Sure, we grew up without a dad, not a mom. But mom was on her quest to get an education and it was my job to look out for my kid brother.
The way Dean and Sam fight with each other, the conflicting emotions about their family, the way they would die for each other, sacrifice for each other. That is me and my brother. Or at least it was.
Normal everyday life has come between us. Moving halfway across the country has come between us. I miss the days when it was us against the world.
Love you little bro. Miss you.