This is my brother, Adam's, new girlfriend. Hopefully he'll keep this one. Of course, that's always the hope, right? I like her. I only got to talk to her for a few minutes, but she seemed really nice. I think she was a little overwhelmed by me, but then who isn't. I have a pretty intense personality and I'm not exactly what you'd call shy.

And this is my brother, Adam. Yes, I know. I know. The good looks run in the family. We can't help it.

And now for a few pictures of what I saw when I woke up every morning growing up. Or, every afternoon depending on what day it was and what stage of life I was in and what I might or might not have been doing the night before. 'Nough said.
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