When I was a young lad of around five or six, I idolized my older brother Matt. He was, like… the kind of big brother that most little tykes like me could only dream of! He gave me foot rides, drew pictures for me, set up tents that covered the entire downstairs of our house and beat up Paul (my other brother) one of the many times he tried to end my life. I wanted to be just like Matt when I grew up.
Unfortunately for me… there was about twelve years difference in our age. So, when Matt moved away to go to college I was devastated! Not just because Paul just might strangle me… but because I couldn’t idolize him there in front of me. I had to do it from afar.
Below is one of the letters I typed to him on this new thing back then called an “Electric Typewriter” maybe you’ve heard of it:
While I have no idea what “we won” or have a recolection of the “cutest nicest littlest kitten” I met… it’s a slice of life that my mother managed to hang onto after all these years.
Now, instead of writing him letters, I slap him in the crotch after we’ve had a couple of beers because it makes me laugh to hear him say, “Hey… why did you do that!”
Moments away from a crotch slap…
I’m all growed up.