As always, family gatherings tend to lead to the adults making fun of my brother. The crazy one. No, the other crazy one. Then they start talking about getting the original crazy one a shotgun, and it all goes downhill from there.

"An amateru con-artist just can't stand up against an expert, right?"
"Like I said, I invented that excuse."

My uncle, who buys and sells banks for a living but really only plays golf and fishes, kicks ass.