Well, he punched me while holding a billiard ball once. And then there was the one time he chased me around a department store and shoved me over into a table. And then there was that time where he was a massive dick and a parasite that's never given anything back to the world- oh wait, that's all the time. My mistake.
It makes me sound like a terrible person, I'm sure, but I don't believe in inherent unconditional love. The only thing that connects us is biological, so to be completely honest, when I get the call that he's died of heart disease or something (since he eats nothing but fast food and never exercises), the first thing I feel will be a bit of shock, which will fade into relief. Because karma's a *****, whether you're my brother or not.