I used to be an only child. That all changed 20 years ago today. It’s funny how I couldn’t get away from this kid for 14 years (1991-2005) and how much trouble we would get each other he would get me into. But since I graduated high school and left Philadelphia (the first time), I’ve only seen my brother a few months at a time. It’s not like he was in a position to visit me in west PA. After a great “throwback” year living with him in 2009-2010 (I lived at home while in City Year Greater Philadelphia, he commuted to Temple), I’ve seen him only one week since that picture was taken before I left for Los Angeles in July 2010. I miss him, but I’m proud of him, and I appreciate the unique relationship that we have.
Happy 20th birthday to my Puerto Rican looking brother!
-1SKILLZ