There are a lot of things I could say about my brother, Michael. I could tell you how we played a whole season of wiffleball with just the two of us when we were kids. I could tell you how we fought or got mad at each other. I could tell you how we’ve traveled the country, just the two of us, playing music and making friends. I could tell you about late nights when either of us was sick and we took care of each other. How we trade using our car and van based on who needs better gas millage or how we lived in the same room up until recently so that we could save enough money to keep pursuing music. I could tell you a lot. All you really need to know is that I don’t know where I’d be today if it wasn’t for him and that he inspires me and that i love him. Cheers to turning 28.
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