Friday, July 17, 2009

Last night my brother and I went out for drinks, jokes, serious discussions about music, and just about any other topic of conversation you can think of. Today is his 31st birthday, and since he's going out of town, we decided to celebrate a night early. At some point during the conversation I looked at him and thought, damn he's not my baby brother anymore. He's married with child, he has something that could be called a goatee, and he's become a fine young man. At another point during our talk, I thought to myself, damn, I've known him for 31 years..longer than I've known anyone else besides my parents. It makes you appreciate all the petty arguments over toiletries, fights over video games, and cruel jokes played on another. I suppose I could go on and on about Jamal, but that's boring, and frankly, I'm still the oldest and I refuse to give him that much shine on my blog. So if you see him on the street, or on facebook, or online, or you have his number, give you him a birthday shoutout.

Happy Birthday baby brother.



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aww, nice post! Cute shorts! ;)

scout said...

those hot pants are killing me, dude. wow, lol.