It's 2:09 in the morning as I write this. I couldn't sleep. My mind was being recalled to happier days when my older brother and I shared so many memories, so many
adventures and so many ways of styling his mullet. In
response to your comments about my emotional and heartfelt
declaration to Rachel, I wish to explore my own feelings to you, Garreth my brother. These photos will lead me as I
reminisce on your many qualities.
Here you are at St.
Mungos hospital. Yes, that same hospital from the Harry Potter books. It was a glorious day. The nurses let you go outside for your 10 minutes of sunlight. Do you remember Garreth? It had been so long since they had last let you out. They were still
struggling with your last "episode" when you tore of your clothes, ran
excitedly around the other "sick"kids and spit on everything that was the color blue. They had just replaced your old glasses with these new, state-of-the-art ones your wearing. They were worried that you would use these new one's as a magnifying weapon like you had against the young Murphy girl in bed 7 of ward 19. She never really did recover from the burns.
Ah yes, your
headshot for your modeling portfolio. I remember taking this for you. Your hair, always your best feature you know, was not cooperating that day. It may have been that your precious blue brush had been snapped in half and tossed in the dumpster outside of A&W. Oh, that's right, you went in after it and still used it...I digress. I know how much it hurt you when "Phillips all Man" modeling agency never got back to you.
Here you are after killing
Fergal O' Hagan in that knife fight outside of
Killarney. He had it coming.
Here you are after final being accepted by "Phillips all Man."It was your big break. This photo, which graced the pages of "Big Bikes, Big Men" from their fall 2006 edition, is what really got you to where you are today. Just look at you cheek position and color! Your smile, tight and strong only serves to compliment your soft, Ray
Liotta like eyes.
And
finally, your winning routine on the rings when you participated in the 2007 Special Olympics in
Sweden. The capstone of an
illustrious career and example. I love you Garreth.
Here you are at St.Mungos hospital. Yes, that same hospital from the Harry Potter books. It was a glorious day. The nurses let you go outside for your 10 minutes of sunlight. Do you remember Garreth? It had been so long since they had last let you out. They were still struggling with your last "episode" when you tore of your clothes, ran excitedly around the other "sick"kids and spit on everything that was the color blue. They had just replaced your old glasses with these new, state-of-the-art ones your wearing. They were worried that you would use these new one's as a magnifying weapon like you had against the young Murphy girl in bed 7 of ward 19. She never really did recover from the burns.
Ah yes, your headshot for your modeling portfolio. I remember taking this for you. Your hair, always your best feature you know, was not cooperating that day. It may have been that your precious blue brush had been snapped in half and tossed in the dumpster outside of A&W. Oh, that's right, you went in after it and still used it...I digress. I know how much it hurt you when "Phillips all Man" modeling agency never got back to you.
Here you are after killing Fergal O' Hagan in that knife fight outside of Killarney. He had it coming.
Here you are after final being accepted by "Phillips all Man."It was your big break. This photo, which graced the pages of "Big Bikes, Big Men" from their fall 2006 edition, is what really got you to where you are today. Just look at you cheek position and color! Your smile, tight and strong only serves to compliment your soft, Ray Liotta like eyes.
And finally, your winning routine on the rings when you participated in the 2007 Special Olympics in Sweden. The capstone of an illustrious career and example. I love you Garreth.
4 comments:
Okay, I found your link on Liz's blog, and I had to leave a comment because I can't stop laughing. It is great that you brothers still like each other so much. I am forwarding this to the old Bishop C, I know he'll get a kick out of it.
You're dead to me.....morte, the media files are currently being searched to repulsive detail. Nothing is out of bounds now, nudity, grief, stains, extra chins...it's on.....prepare for disgrace, your future political aspirations are about to go the way of the John Kerry Swift Boat campaign. Senator Larry Craig of Idaho will cringe at your level of shame.....
Garreth
I am so enjoying this display of brotherly affection...please keep it coming!
There's a lot of smack coming from Davy. Will he be able to keep it up after running 26 miles in September or . . .??? Fun to read your blog!
John
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