To me, he'll always be my little brother. The one who couldn't stand the smell of bacon in the morning. The one who was reading noam chomsky at a very, very young age. The one who could shimmy up any pole on the playground. The one who totally got on my nerves when I was a teenager. The one I bailed out when he got caught stealing at Tower Records. The one who fell madly, truly, deeply in love with his soul-mate at 21 years old and had the balls to marry her six months later.
That's the one.
(pic taken in Guatemala)
(pic taken in Virginia)
(pic taken in Texas)
Well, thanks for being my brother.
I couldn't have picked a better one to look up too, literally and figuratively!
happy birthday (weekend), little brother! You are so loved.