Lessons Learned

How many nine year-olds

can you claim to know

that sing

"Video Killed the Radio Star"

in the shower?

Only the cool kids,

and in particular

the really rad one named

"Qwon".

This kid also watches the music video

for said song on the first hour of Mtv

ever aired. Everyday.

I'm guessing you're impressed,

because guess what?

You should be.

In the nine years he's been on this planet

(who knows where he was before that,

probably rocking out with past legends.)

I have come to basically love this

scrawny white kid I am proud to call

my relative. It's rad to have a brother this rad.

No joke.

I mean really,

we rock out to

Matt and Kim

in the car,

we play tennis together

and have picnics.

We dance like we're having seizures

and invent new games

with koosh balls and pizza boxes.

We also become transformers sometimes.

No lie.

And I can honestly say,

that there's nobody else in the world

I'd rather do these things with,

and seriously,

who else does these things?

I like to think we are a

super-sibling duo,

like,

fighting crime,

being a family band,

saving the world,

all that jazz.

All while pretending the floor

is hot lava.

And not only is he just plain cool,

he's actually a nice kid.

Genuinely nice.

He buys me jewelry for Christmas

with hearts on them,

and writes me letters when they

do those at school.

So this is for my brother,

who I don't think gets enough credit

for his awesomeness.

Because dude,

you're rad!

I like my brother.

We're pretty good friends,

and I think that means a lot.