The Finale
Things were not as much fun as I had thought they would be and I was soon regretting my decision to leave the furniture business and join a radical religious sect.
Don't get me wrong, My Brother was not only awesome at his job and I did find myself at times feeling free of worry and just living my life and feeling loved. These moments of self well being were plenty enough for me to tough it out for almost a year.
However, the people that he hung out with were major weirdos. Mathew, Mark, Luke, John and Peter were especially irritating and frankly a bit full of themselves. There were some folks that I liked, people like Judas who seemed more down to earth. The girls, they were okay, but it turned out that they were inexperienced and clumsy. The only one with any real femanine charms was Mary M., but she only had eyes for My Brother.
I honestly didn't know that I had joined a "radical religious sect", those were the words of the Temple Priests and Rabbis and when I appeared before the court I made it clear that I was hoodwinked into the whole thing and would be happy to return to selling furniture any time they wanted to let me walk away from the whole thing.
Oddly they did. Apparently, everyone claimed to be My Brother's brother, so the whole idea of me saying that he was My Brother got lost on the ears of those in judgement of us. Clearly, this worked to my advantage. Sadly, My Brother just said one thing after the other and really started to piss the wrong people off. He challenged the religious authority and the Empire's authority. Lucky for him he had narcalepsy and bradicardia which made faking his death quite easy. Man, that was a close call.
The last time I saw My Brother he was limping away from the Garden as if someone had kicked him right in the balls. Mary was with him (Mary M. not our mom) and Thomas just stood there scratching his head. I didn't have the heart to tell him that Judas was so sad about the arrest that he hung himself, but somehow I thought he knew anyway.
I often wonder what ever happened to My Brother and if I will see him again. I wonder where his devotees went and how they channeled their zeal for what My Brother meant to them. I suppose that nothing much really became of it, after all I mostly remember us as just two teenage kids working in a carpenter's shop.
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