Bro, Forever

I spent a bunch of time on the phone with brother Tiny Tim yesterday, running some military storylines by him. After we hung up, for some reason, I felt sad. I had this sense that I wouldn’t always be able to call him, or something. Like our relationship would somehow end. You bond with and become attached to boys, and then it ends, and then you have to pry yourselves away from then. I then had one of those Am I high? epiphanies: Tim is my brother, and that’s forever.  And then I got really happy about that.

Unrelated, this Richard Brautigan poem I just remembered:

Boo, Forever

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without

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