We miss you too, Brother.
So, you're pretty much in hell. But I think you'd rather be there than still be here.
Don't get me wrong. I know you miss us, and I know you're going to be excited to come home. But think about how depressed you were because your life wasn't taking a direction.
Women weren't panning out. Berkly was a son of a bitch when it came to getting in an app. Now you've got Steph, congratulations, and you've got the groundwork laid(lain?) for a viable career path if you wanted to do medicine. If I'm not mistaken, you also have a way to get yourself into college, maybe be an English teacher with me.
You know who else was trained by Army and then became an English teacher? Stacy Omel.
What are you gonna do though, Man? You and Steph gonna live out here? Or are you two, Bricker, and myself all moving to Salt Lake City and starting a microbrew company. Swinging Brother's brand Ale.
I guarantee we'd make a fine IPA. Mauricio, you can come down too when you realize you have too much integrity to be a politician.
By that time my brother will be old enough to drink and he'll probably need me, so he can come join the crew. Patrick can come down with him, cause he doesn't like to miss out on all the fun. Both little brothers together should equal one whole person. That will make 5 of us. We can be the Thunder 5. Bricker gets that reference.
Don't worry, Brick. You're not going to make it to San Diego, but you'll become Dr. Fruitfly's protege, and take over when he retires, earning your own fame in the Drosophila field. You're going to be a big deal...not a mechanic.
All right. There you go, kids. I just laid out your future. You can thank me in the form of cash, baked goods or...well...that's it really. Cash or Baked goods.
Want a picture? How about the sexiest woman I've ever seen?
