Another Wright Brother, Hiram, put off by

Another Wright Brother, Hiram, put off by the fame of his airborne brothers, became a mining engineer specializing in the drilling of anthracite coal seams, bitumenous on Sundays.

Because his brothers took to the air, Hiram would take to the ground. From a beat-up steam engine combine, he invented the first mole drilling machine. At fairs, he would sell

deep fried pickled herring jelly in coagulated pig's-blood bowls with a buttermilk smoothie. That's how Hiram lost any of the money he gained from the drilling machine, but

now that his arteries were "fortified" with copious amounts of cholesterol from Southern cuisine, Hiram could stop a bullet in its tracks. This came in handy when

a bullet was fired down the tracks. It hit Hiram's femoral artery and ricocheted off the blockage and bounced right up into his left testicle. Swearing, he

cursed the gods, for that had always been his favorite one. He hobbled away, knowing he had to get away from that accursed train station. Just then, he stumbled over

his own two feet. It took his gaze off of the station long enough to catch a glimpse of his estranged brother, Mitch. Mitch hadn't been seen since his wife

amputated his right leg below the knee and roasted the calf/foot combo as an alternative to traditional turkey last Thanksgiving. "Hi, bro, sorry I ate you," I said, inadequately

."But you were, uh...delicious!" (I didn't tell him the truth. He was stringy, but no use adding insult to injury, right?) My brother hobbled over & hit me with his prosthetic leg.

I developed concussion and had difficulty remembering new information. My brother and I developed a supportive relationship but were never as close as before due to my memory loss.