This picture was taken back in the early 90s. I'm not sure where it was taken, but it was Tyler's friend, Mike, who pulled it from the archives. I think it's cool in a 'I look like a young Harry Connick Jr.' kind of way. I'm not too keen on the cigarette in his hand, but I too was a smoker, once upon a time. It's not a very attractive habit, but highly addictive. I digress...I didn't come here to talk about the dangers of smoking and I'm not after the Surgeon General's job.
I don't have anything in particular to say tonight. I really just wanted to share this photo. I miss my baby brother. Today I was thinking about how sad I am that he won't get to experience 2009. I think it will be a year full of possibilities for me, and I hate that I won't be able to share the joys and the frustrations with him. I'm sad that he won't be turning 37 on January 21st. He will forever be 36 in my mind. I won't get to see him get married, have children and grow old gracefully. I know I will want to do something that day to celebrate his life and I hope somehow, on some level, he will be a witness to that.
Peace and love, brother of mine.
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That picture was taken in the basement of the Geist house. He's sitting on the pool table. It was either 1989 or 1990. I can't believe we got away with smoking in the house! ;)
Mike
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