A letter to my Brother

I would really like to know when you became as uptight as the rest of them. What made you decide to turn into mother, get that stick rammed so far up your ass you can't take a minute to relax?
I'd like to know what happened to the drunk pothead who used to share this same disgruntled rebelliousness i now feel? When i need him most, he abandons me and leaves me with this uptight jackass who yells at me in the same tones as my mother. You're using her words, did you know that? If you could hear yourself i'm sure youd be as sad as i am. You're only twenty, where'd your youth go?
Is this what i'm destined to be? Just another carbon copy of suburbia?
I knew you'd succumb, i just didn't think you do it so quickley.