Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

My Brother and Me

A few things happened today. Well more than a few, but these are he few of serious note in my opinion. For starters, Stevie had an interview with Johnny Carson. I went with her for support and because I can't stay home and listen to Jeff whine about how much of a "bitch" Robin is. Nor can I listen to his convoluted plans of revenge by sleeping with as many women as he can cuz "that'll show her!" It'd be a waste of my time to explain to him yet again that she left him for being immature and his behavior hasn't changed. If he wants her back he needs to act like an adult and not a pissing man child, I should know.

While backstage the weird purple guy came back, he was nicer this time he actually said "Hello" to me in this deep mysterious voice before disappearing into Stevie's room for half an hour. There were enough make up people with her that I wasn't too concerned with him trying anything. Plus I think he may be shorter than Stevie, so she could probably take him. While standing around outside a man with short blonde hair introduced himself to me as Nathan Reisman, reporter for Vanity Fair. We talked casually for a few moments and he gave me a card with the addendum "I hate Scarlet Mitchell too". My respect for him went up by about ten notches.

Lori and Chris joined us for dinner, and I got two phone calls. One from Greg and one from Mom. Both badgering me about the state of Jeffery's mental health. I told both of them he's as bat shit insane as he's always been. I leave out how stoned he is twenty-four seven. Greg gave me a lecture, of course, about setting an example and coaching Jeff on what it means to be "A Man". Seeing as I didn't know what that really meant until recently that might be hypocrital. But mom doubles down on it, and if it's a direct order from my mother I suppose I have to follow through. Eventually.

After dinner me Chris and Jeff shoot some hoops outside, Nova in his sandals and shorts tags along. He's beyond thrilled that his best buddy Jeff is here. I love him too much to gripe about it out in the open, but I'm starting to sound like a broken record to my wife. As much as she loves me and Jeff, she has a finite amount of patience for his childlike behavior and slovenliness. As I do. But just like me she doesn't want to hurt Nova's feelings by talking bad about him in the open. Fucking Jeff, still controlling my social life.

"So Lori and I are thinking of moving to Beverly Hills" Jeff checks Chris snagging the ball and passing it to Nova. I "Guard" my son, which amounts to waving my arms around ten feet away so he can get a clear shot of the hoop. Stevie's voice echoing in my head "Let him win Lindsey, he's six" I'm not too good at basketball so I don't have to try to hard to be bad at it. Jeff's a one man team at every sport so no problem for him.

"Why, all the hot ass chicks live in LA?"

"I don't really need anymore hot chicks dude" Chris smirks making a jump shot from midcourt. Sad, my wife's younger brother is more mature than my older brother "Oh come on! You see all the hotties on Rodeo? I've had a different girl every night this week" Nova passes me the ball laughing as Jeff growls "He's not on our team bud" holding the ball over his head I let my son jump twice before I "accidentally" drop it so he can take it again.

"Well I'm sure that's immensely gratifying for now but, Chris has a point. You had a good woman, you can still have her if you grow up a bit" Jeff glowers at me elbowing me out of the way a bit roughly "You sound like Greg" holding my arm up I shrug "So, when Greg's right he's right. Besides you're thirty years old it's time to stop sleeping around" this earns me another elbow and I back off.

"So you're saying you didn't have your share of ass while you and Stevie were broken up?"

"Watch your language, and no I didn't. I'm a married man for better or worse" Chris bumps my shoulder grinning "Yep, besides Steph would kill you if she found you with some other chick" maybe in the past, now I'm not so sure. It'd probably kill me to watch her heart break the way mine did when I found out about Petty "Bunch of limp dicks" Jeff pushes me away making another shot. Holding his hand up for a time out he disappears around the corner to take puff of grass.