Believe it or not, I miss you. We may have our fights, but no matter what, you are practically my brother. So why can't we just forget the past and just start again? I miss our random adventures through Wal-Mart, our perilous adventures of perilous peril, and our long journeys through my driveway. I miss our wobbly table at CiCi's and our songs about Mexicans. So maybe, just maybe, for once we can both put our differences aside and just hang out.
Like old times.