Without boring you the details about my relationship to my brother, I just want you to know he's the funny one. Granted, I'm the one who went into the performing arts and have taken grand comic turns on the boards, my brother's natural charm and wit is something that I covet greatly. Had he the insanity to pursue a career in my field, Judd Apatow would be using him with verve and aplomb. And then my brother could get me work.
I forgot his birthday yesterday. Have I called him yet? No. This is the sad part about the 21st Century: rather than do the thing I'm supposed to do, I have to take the time prior to doing it and talk about it in a public forum. I can also post a picture of my brother imitating a burn victim.
I don't think he really cares: he's not 40 yet, and that's the most important milestone after 30, right? That being said, he needs to know that before I called him today, I sat down at my computer, posted an embarrassing picture of him, and then proceeded to call myself a douchebag for doing so, all the while wishing him a most happy, belated birthday.
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