how'd you like to spend the money and time necessary to get ready for the alone show, chop your way thru 10 miles of brush, only to find that your wussy brother, who didn't have to do anything but wait for you, has already tapped out FOR you, due to the fact that the dumbass sprained his little ankle?! There'd be a bad accident within a year, if it was me, and what would be "sprained" would be be his effing NECK!