Interesting,


how while in the suburbs of west philly under foliage and prevailing wind, i realized you are no longer my little brother. nope. your path is yours, college man. enjoy it, enjoy it. of course there are the responsibilities of studying sometimes through the night, joining clubs, doing internships, networking with teachers, and so on but then there is also the drinking, the girls and of course rock and roll and we both know nobody has shit on hendrix--in that sense, i've taught you well. the house isn't the same without you here (i'm sure mom, dad and richard can attest to this) and i wish i could come to see you more. i'm not afraid to say it, i love you brandon. i wish only success and days of sunshine. when the days get rainy and the friends are few (although i could never see the latter being a problem for you), just know i'm a phone call away. continue to move toward finding your niche and spreading a little love along the way.

your brother always,
brian



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"...make him feel the escalade, put his feet in the blade" -Lil Wayne

"A cool friend of mine likes to say, 'Hip is to fashion as cool is to style.' To him, hipness and fashion are superficial, ephemeral and easily merchandized; cool is innate, and style is timeless. You can buy what's hip, but you can't buy cool. Some of the coolest people you meet are hoplessly out of fashion, have no idea what's considered hip at the moment and couldn't care less. Hipness is public; it does you no good to be hip if nobody's around to appreciate it. There are legions of hipsters, wearing their identical fashions, listening to the same music, reading the same blogs, crowding together in the hippest neighborhoods in their towns. But there are no coolsters, just cool individuals. Cool needs no outward validation."

-John Strausbaugh

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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings