Sure we don't see each other enough. Sure we don't see eye to eye all the time [but we don't see each other much]. Sure his wife hates me [she's likes sending email calling me an asshole among other fond wishes/thoughts]. Sure I think he's full of shit a lot [but I know he thinks I'm full of shit way more than he is]. Sure we don't have some 'Happy Days' meets 'The Walton's' vibology going on 'tween us...
but he knows I dig him/him me.
So... I did two things I NEVER do, and did them specifically for him [and no one else... heck, I won't even do this for Amy or Chloe]:
I went to the mall-
-and stood in a line. A very long line, for a very long time. And I did mention that it was at the mall, right?*
I'm not going to go into details on this as it's personal, and if my brother still has decent vision he's gonna 'Get It' [I will, however, outline the final pic -Click 'Em 4 Big-]:
Sorry IV the conflict"
He also said, "Tell Rich I said Hi, and thanks for taking so much shit from your dad to ride my deck, appreciate it".
Told ya, I dig him [I dig you~it's en route to you via the USPS].
[*I equate malls to the lowest, festering anus of all of society... and yet, I went -for you- my dear Brother]
Keep Ridin'... Always