I'd really love to hear a crossface crippler joke from you right now.

good times.

I had a dream I made out with Josh Walker last night. I like to believe that when I have these bizarre dreams, you are the one putting them in my brain.

Today is father's day. The cards you would make with paint are some of the best things you did. oh no the car is driving pandaaaaaa!

miss you.

If you were still here, I would have text messaged you asking if you had heard how kanye west sampled the hell out of daft punk and how I couldn't decide if it was baller or awful. Instead, I did it to Bryant and then had to remind him who the hell daft punk was.

I miss how you will never get outraged that they changed the name from Scooby Doo's Ghoster Coaster to the Fairly odd parents coaster or something. They just fuck everything up!

I'll probably never go to carowinds again, but if I did I would most likely cry my way through top gun in the front row, cause thats how we rolled.

I miss how I'll never get to wonder what the fuck Louis Stevens is doing hanging around with fucking Optimus Prime. WHERE IS TWITTY? HOW IS BEANS?

I plan on using this space to talk about how I miss my brother more than you'll ever know. Every little thing I'll never get to say, all the times I cry, and memories few people will ever remember. That's not everything, but most of it.

I miss you Phillip. When Spencer opens my locket and knows that you are in there and I tell him that you love him, it fucking kills me. I can't imagine what you would have taught him, but I hope I'm doing you justice. I know you would have played his Thomas the Tank Engine video game until your fingers fell off. I also know that you'd have him playing wii bowling by the time he was 5. you would have adored each other.