a letter to my baby brother

broho,
thank you for existing. i don't want to think of how you were created but i am glad that you were. i don't know what i would do without you. i don't know who's life to be infinately excited for without you. you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, because your amazing at anything you touch. do something fun. do something important and amazing that'll affect peoples lives for Christ. you stone faced punk, don't go breakin girls hearts. get a fun wife or i'll slap your calf. i'm going to break your tearless face one day. because really its not fair, whenever i leave its you who draws my tears so easily. i'm sorry i'm not around as your becoming a man. its really my one great deep painful sadness, and even thinking about not being here for you puts a pit in my stomach. sorry i broke brett favre's nose... ink is very permanent. i love you