Why Trump Would Never Be Popular In Scotland
We tend to deal with our lying criminals differently
I was a naive kid.
One time my older brother brought friends to the house. They went up to our shared bedroom to listen to their heavy metal. Not wanting to miss out, I went in, sat on my bed and pretended to like the music.
I was three years younger. Teenage brothers don’t like it when their stupid little sibling wants to hang out with him and his friends. He told me to go away, “You don’t even like heavy metal,” he said.
“Yes, I do,” I lied.
One of his friends chipped in, “Do you smell that?” He said, sniffing the air. Another sniffed the air and said, “Sheep?” Another took a deep breath through his nose and said, “Chickens?”
The first smiled and said, “No.” Sniff. “It’s bullshit!”
My neck turned pink. But I protested as stupid naive embarrassed younger siblings are wont to do, “No. I like it. Honest.”
“What heavy metal bands do you like?” asked his friend.
I didn’t know any. I didn’t even know what band they were playing. I wracked my brain and said, “Status Quo.”
They burst into laughter and wouldn’t stop until I sidled out of that room and toddled…
