"Kevin do you have any idea how hard farming is? Come on, you can't stand getting dirt under your newly manicured fingernails. And you're wanting cows, chickens...you want to raise produce. You do understand that you'll get dirty eventually.." Brian said walking around the empty barn and thinking his cousin was crazy. He didn't have to think he knew. Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets he stared blankly at Kevin.
"First off bitch, I learned how to do my own nails. And second, I'm not scared of a little hard work. I want animals, cotton, produce,...a fully working farm. I'll get Tim to help me." he heard Brian snort behind him.
"No, you're going to get your ass laughed out of Kentucky. You know nothing about running a working farm. You leave BSB to start a family and pursue your "acting" on the grand stage. I get that, I can accept that. But to run a working farm! You've finally gone off your rocker, you mom must have hit you too many times upside your head. Because THIS!" Brian's voice raising and waving his hands in the air. "Is crazy." he sighed and kicked at some old hay left in the barn. "We've...well I've been looking into mental hospitals for you."
"I'm not crazy Brian. I can do this. Kris will stand by my side and we will have a farm. Where everyone who has ever doubted the great and wonderful Kevin, will bow down at my feet!" he chuckled.
"Well, you give me that call when Kris is tired of this bullshit and I'll come drag your ass off to the hospital." Brian sighed, giving his cousin one last look before walking out of the barn. "What a crazy bastard."