On Monday Jason turns the big 35.
It seems like just yesterday he was turning 16 and bought that @#$%ing Camaro.
Anyhow, he's my brother, and despite all evidence to the contrary, he's a great guy. I'm lucky enough to have a brother who is, really, one of my two best friends and who I can count on. Anyhow, I think the world of that guy.
So happy 35th, Jason. But I still don't forgive you for breaking the wing off my X-Wing in 1983.
And that soccer ball? I'm GLAD I lost it. Bwah ha ha ha ha ha.