At exactly 12:00am this little fellow will turn 18 years old.

Weird. I'm still used to calling my little brother my "little brother". He's quickly approaching plain "brother" status. You know what, f*ck that, I'm still calling him "little brother" whether he likes it or not. Me and this kid have been through soooo much together. He is one of the most kind, giving people I know. He has always done whatever he could to help me. Whether it was me laying on the couch being lazy and saying, "Hey Trevor, get me something to drink" or me saying, "Hey Trevor, ask mom if we can >insert something that I was too scared to ask myself here<, or him buying me a really cool pair of shoes for my birthday, he has always gone out of his way to do whatever he can for me. I couldn't ask for a better little brother. It's funny how he's gone from being my worst enemy (we used to fight eeeverydaaay) to my bestfriend. He and I can just chill at home and have a blast. It doesn't matter if we're just watching TV, or making stupid music videos, or just talking about random bullshit, we still have fun doing it. It's funny how he's gone from being the brother that I hated taking along with me to places, to the brother that I really don't mind bringing along. In fact, I would rather bring him. I am so proud of him for remaining true to himself through these four years of high school. I am completely blown away by the improvement that he's shown with his art and I pray to God that does something with it after high school. If you're reading, I love you kiddo and keep it up.