Forty, Bro , Half a Lifetime of Being My Person

Happy birthday, bro. I've been trying to figure out how you do it for years , walk into any room, say the thing nobody else will say, and somehow make everyone love you for it. Still no idea. Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, bro. You have the rare ability to give advice that sounds like an insult and is somehow still the correct thing to do. I've taken it more times than I'll admit.

Forty, bro. The decade where the nonsense mostly falls away and what's left is actually you , no performance, no posturing, just the real version. I've always liked the real version. Happy 40th. And turn down the music. I said what I said.

Happy birthday, bro. Statistically, growing up in the same house should have made us enemies. Instead you're my person. The odds were not good. We beat them.