My brother is insane.  Like everyone else who filed taxes, he’s looking forward to that six hundred dollar rebate we’re all getting.  A sensible person would spend it on bills, but he wants to put it toward Chicago laser removal.  He hates all the chest hair he has.  For years and years, he shaved it off, but it always came back, darker and thicker.  No, that isn’t just another old wives’ tale.  I saw it happen again and again.  He kept shaving off all that chest hair and it always came back and he hated it even more every single time.  I told him to just live with it, but he wanted a permanent solution.  Doesn’t he have debts?  Or something he needs to pay off?  Can’t he just buy something with that six hundred dollars?  It’s times like this that I wish he were married so that his wife could talk some sense into him.  Then again, he’s never had much luck with women, mostly due to the fact that all of them tend to get creeped out by all that chest hair.  Now that I think about it.  Maybe he does have a point.  I can’t really blame him now.