My Brother's Keeper Book 

 I paced around my living room picking up books, plates and moving shoes; trying to remember why in the hell I was living here. I knew Joshua was a strong learner even though all he could talk about to us a lot of times was his, “past relationships with wild women who paid for his time, which is why he left Minnesota in the first place” I thought. I wouldn’t have ever thought Josh and I had much to talk about or in common; he once described life as a car crash. I described mine as the Ballet of Faith. Man, this guy could get under anyone’s skin.