I'm not to sure what's happening here Gagh, but surely you must know I've always considered you my brother from another mother.
Remember when we first tried cigarettes? How about that drunk girl on the train? And don't pretend like Nanna doesn't treat me like just another one of the kids. Why it seems like only yesterday we caught the couch on fire and nearly burned the house to the ground.
Good times man. Good fucking times.
These memories are good, but you musn't forget the wonderful times we had growing up in the vineyard. The wonderful long French summers that we helping Maman and Papa pick and prepare the grapes in La Barre. But it had to change. I had the yearning to travel the stars, to be a leader of men, and you wanted the vineyard more.
Oh, hang on. My bad. That was Jean-Luc and Robert Picard. Easy mistake to make, I guess.