Birthday.

Let's take a moment to reflect.

• Remember that time with the seagulls who we discovered were not actually floating atop a lake.
• Remember that time we were out at five am and we encountered a woman with a clear plastic garbage bag full to the brim with socks. She asked us if we were some famous rock group. You responded yes and we gave her cigerettes.
• Remember that time we slept in my room and I walked it on you and Devon. No, you weren't having sex. You were flailing about babbling about being a fishcat.
• Remember that one incredible melt you did where you died then came back to life as a zombie version of yourself.
• Remember my sister renaming you Ken and renaming Devon Cheese.
• Remember Criar Tuck: My life is just a glass that can't be half empty or half full, it never had liquid in it to begin with.
• Remember under the stairs. No need to say more.
• Remember thinking that unstoppable forces were coming to destroy you from every angle.
• Remember being inconsolable.
• Remember the trucker who apparently had a death wish. He rolled out from under a truck nearly under the van.
• Remember drugs.
• Remember drinks.
• Remember stupidity.
• Remember how to turn the volume down on the computer.
• Remember me popping your cherry by showing you Fear and Loathing for the first time. Then remember watching it every day for nearly a month.
• Remember Dali. I personally love Lago Di Garda the best.
• Remember a the medical term for a mouse penis, you sleeping bastard?

Happy fucking birthday Brandon Brown.