Happy Birthday to my big brother, James! I love you man. I don't get to see you often, but the memories will never fade. It feels like just yesterday, when I thought you were God and pissed mom off for acting like you were. I can remember mom explaining to me that God was someone that everyone looks up to, he's always right, people follow him, and his word triumph over all others, blah blah....my response was "oh, like James." So when you were sitting at the dinner table eating pork chops, but telling me not to, because pork chops have worms in them and they would kill me...I believed you. When mom said "take your umbrella to school, because it's going to rain today," and you replied, "no, it's going to be sunny," while putting your umbrella in your backpack with a smile...I believed you. Most importantly, when your Facebook wall says you were born in 1982, guess what? I believe you, because that means I was born in 1985, lol. Happy Birthday dork, and thanks for being the first person to tell me "you're funny"...I really believe you!
