My brother should not wear certain clothes

love him dearly, and have always been there to help dye his liberty spikes, twist and shape his mohawks, and clean the sink when I wasn't there to dye it for him. I now have many colorful formerly white towels. My brother the artist. He seems to not care what people think, and wears or dresses as he feels that day. Sometimes even to work. Its nice to know he can make sweet Julia child looking Argentinean ladies laugh.But still, even with the laughs, he should not wear his pink "grandmas shouldn't be so sexy" t-shirt in public.He also should not go outside just as the sun is coming up in light colored boxers.I can only imagine how many nosey old ladies with binoculars he has given heart attacks.Maybe they wont be up at three am looking at my house if I ask him to do that here ...hmm.. It doesn't help that he is Saran-wrap man. No matter how much you feed him it disappears like air. I have given up trying to stuff him with high calorie foods.It seems Murphy has gotten to him too. The more he eats, the more weight he loses. He CAN cook, and is very good at it.Except when he chops his fingers off or slivers the skin off. Food just isn't as appetizing with an index finger sticking up out of the middle of the creamy mashed potatoes. At least it wasn't the middle finger. He has changed with his new girlfriend though. He went from a pseudo gothic punk look to this gap prep look. Shaved his head. Mind you, I have shaved my head (ill tell you some day) and neither of us have reeeally good heads to show off our shiney baldness. But guys do look better that way than girls. I think he shaves his head because we have been unsuccessful in dying his birthmark. He has a spot on his head where the hair grows stark white, as compared to a dirty blonde. It wont take dye all that well, even the nice normal colors. Hes self conscious. Frankly its cute. So every so often I come home to find clippers and a mass of fuzzy hair in my sink, on my counter, and on my bathroom floor. He's getting better though, he gets most of it into the trash or toilet. Its interesting to watch hair fuzz flush. By the way, if you ever have any neighbors you hate that have a pool. Fur, and hair... That's all I can say. Lots of it. I think of black bears taking a swim. Or Harry and the Hendersons.