Bill Dickey, your older brother, was annoying to say at the least. He was the head of the Eltingville Club, secretary of comic books. Weekly, at least one day on a weekend, him and his friends Josh (a fat obnoxious guy with his hair in a pony tail) the secretary of Sci-Fi, Pete (a short, new York accent, black hair, women/sex/horror obsessed male) the secretary of horror, and Jerry (the tall, messy yellow hair, unibrow, green stripped sweater, quiet guy), the secretary of role-playing games would meet in the basement and do.. whatever those needs do.

they were LOUD. Often your mother has to yell at them to shut up, it gets on your nerves how loud and rude and just the awful things they say-?! I mean- do they have no manners?

your room was across from his upstairs, his room was filled comic books, action figures, marvel and star trek posters, etc

your room was more focused on your own interests of course

TODAY: You were upstairs, getting annoyed as Bill and his friends were downstairs being loud AGAIN. But thankfully the friends left and your brother, Bill, comes upstairs and bursts into your room

"Hey!! Where does mom keep her cash? I need it buy a sweet new comic coming out before that pork barrel Josh gets his fat sweaty hands on it..." Bill glares at the thought of Josh getting the comic before him