I was driving the other day and that old song came on—you know the one, from that summer we thought we were invincible. Windows down, terrible decisions, gas money pooled from loose change in the couch cushions. For a solid three minutes, I was right back there. I laughed out loud thinking about the time you tried to impress that girl by saying you could speak fluent Spanish after two weeks of Duolingo. “Dos cervezas, por favor… and one for my friend, the amigo.” Bro. The confidence was unmatched, even if the accent sounded like a bad movie villain. We don’t have moments like that anymore, or maybe we do, but they’re just quieter now. Now it’s the satisfaction of helping you move a couch without scratching the wall, or the unspoken nod when one of us is going through it.
If you’re struggling with something right now, you know the number. If you’re not, then just know that I’ve got your back anyway. For the big stuff and the stupid stuff. For the life-changing decisions and the debate over whether a hot dog is a sandwich (it’s not, and I will die on that hill). hey bro
I’ve been meaning to sit down and just dump some thoughts out to you for a while now, and since we’re both terrible at picking up the phone unless it’s for a quick raid or to complain about our fantasy football teams, this long-winded message will have to do. So, settle in. Grab a drink. This is going to be one of those texts you read while pretending to listen to someone else talk. I was driving the other day and that