It’s the Butcher’s birthday today. He’s 31. That doesn’t freak me out as much as our other brother being 35, since I was 35 just last week. But here we are, my other brother and I hurtling towards old age, the Butcher tagging along far behind.
All things considered, I lucked out in the brother department.
May we all live happily and in good health into our eighties.