My brother was born when I was three and the only things I remember about going to the hospital to see him was seeing the lizards that are kept in the hospital lobby terrarium and a nurse giving me tiny bottle of Scope mouthwash (I'm not sure why). We've had our differences but Paul is a pretty awesome dude who shares my disgusting sense of humour, swears like a trucker and can be pretty profound sometimes without even knowing it. We have been through a hell of a lot together and I'm sure there's still a lot more shit left for us to handle. I was looking through photos on my computer when I found this one and just felt like it was time to write a little something about my little brother, or as I refer to him "Lil Brudder". You're Grade A all the way, Raymond!
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