Currently, we are getting ready to move across town, so my house looks like a loading dock currently. I am right now sitting in my office upstairs with my brother watching Breakfast with Hunter on my computer. That, and a lot of Gin and Bourbon.
The good thing about being an older brother is you get to have a bunch od cool stories of shit you happened to have survived. Also, I have all these random things sitting around the office that have stories attached to. But right now, a disproportionate number of items in my office are stories about my buddy fighting cancer right now. Lemme tell you, that sucks. It’s like having a rock above your head that is prepared to drop at any second. I have memories that I truly cherish with my friend, that I want to not remember right now, because I am afraid that he will be gone too soon.
I hate being afraid of my own memories, especially my favorites.
Note to Beef: if you don’t make it, I’m going to have to kick your ass. Just Sayin…