I haven’t done many birthday tribute T-pisodes in the six and a half years of T-blawg’s existence. But if anyone deserves one then it is one of my closest lifelong friends on a milestone birthday. This guy and I go back…way back. “To when we used to rock the red & black lumberjacks with the hats to match.” That’s a take on a Biggie verse. Because we go back when the man himself was alive and putting out albums. We go back to Eastie. That’s right. One of the few people I grew up with and still have in my life today. This big guy and trust me, he’s a big guy, is my tie to my past life…a supporter of my present…and understands what I’m doing for my future. And I am the same to him. That’s a true friend.
I remember picking him up in one of my early shitbox cars after he would “page” me 911 just go eat some roast beef sandwiches. He would always eat. He would always workout. He would always be the youngest of the crew and he would always be the biggest. Everyone in Eastie knew him and everyone until this day knows him. But I get to call him my brother. I remember that one summer when we were kids and he carried around his “Arnold Schwarzenegger Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding” quoting it like he was a priest and it was his bible. To the time we got “illegally” tatted up together. The time he picked me up on my 21st birthday to go to a “gentleman’s club” that he wouldn’t legally be allowed in for until at least four more years after that. Every movie we saw together. Every time we got in “trouble.” Notice the quotes? To all the parties we partied until we passed out “screaming thug life until I die.” Yep. We were together the night of the Tyson fight when Pac died too. I remember when he went off to college to getting updates from him when he was in NFL training camp. I watched my big little brother grow into one hell of a father who always puts his daughter before everything and everyone. He’s the guy who knows a guy for everything. And I’m glad he’s always been one of my guys. I’ll never forget the time I was out of work and he came and got me. The time I went through a break up and he came and got me. The times my mother went through cancer and he came and got me. And for all those talks we have every Patriots season that cover every single thing that pops into our heads driving to and from that stadium. And for a lot of other things I could never put into writing! That’s my big little brother.
So on this day, this milestone birthday for the guy who truly defines the words…friend…loyal…brother…dependable…and for being the most biggest and physically intimidating person I have ever known but yet so damn chill and laid back and had to calm my hot-headed ass down so many times, but for always having my back… I say… Happy Birthday my dude. Today is your day. But your lifelong friendship is really a gift to me. Because I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you in my life. That’s for damn sure.
Until next time. Always take it there.