Brobro. Number one stunna. Inspiration my whole life. If my second grade students always had their choice of activity, they would be running around and laughing at the playground till they passed out, inventing games on the spot, or silently sitting and concentrating on artwork or reading a book. These are all natural states of being. Everyone loves to hear stories and play and create, especially happy for the teacher if that play results in the students’ successful acquisition of the material being taught. It feels good to learn new things. The kids remind me of us as little kids, always running around or doing something wild. Jiu-Jitsu. Practicing wrestling moves from WWF. Improv games. Matt’s Pizza. Creating voices/characters out of stuffed animals (Mutsy/Fluffy Sunshine/Spike/the Baby characters/etc.) Getting totally pissed off at each other and then laughing five minutes later. Doesn’t really seem like too long ago in the grand scheme of things. You were like four years old and I knocked your tooth out. But no matter what we were always on the same team.
Bro love to the max. Beyond bro hugs – super bro hugs. I love you just for being my best friend my whole life. We share the same mind, we share the same blood. We’ve applied ourselves in different degrees to slightly different things. But at the core we’re the same.
If scientists took your musk and put it in a cologne bottle and I had to do a blind Pepsi Challenge to guess your smell, I’d guess right even if I had a cold and couldn’t smell anything. But I can smell you, bro. It’s like familial vibes. You’re a powerful mass moving through space, creating attractive gravitational waves and making a positive difference in the lives of others. My spirit runs up the stairs and hugs you – super bro hugs. You’re the light in this big crazy scene. I know we are more than just our physical bodies, but it’s still really important to take care of our temples, our bodies. You inspire me with that. So that’s reason #2 why I love you – you smell inspirationally great.
3rd reason why I love you is we balance each other out. We are each others senseis and pupils. You’re the drummer and I’m the guitarist. You sit on the right side of the car backseat and I sit on the left. We can tea time chill on a chilly night and chill out experiencing synchronicities and watching shooting stars. We can put our minds together and stop hurricane winds. Warriors in the garden.
I love you brother.