your IQ of a billion is going to serve you well.

this is the book that sits on my brother’s bedside table.

a light read, it’s like “goodnight moon” for adults.

my oldest younger brother is tossing his cap on sunday and going off into the world to do good will hunting type shit. (minus the excessive emotional baggage and amazon girlfriend with a weird accent and an unforgiving jawline.)

which includes next stop graduate school for a small dose of a master’s degree in something awesomely nerdy like computational finance. (or is it quantitative finance. or is there a difference.)

solid.

there’s an excellent chance he’ll be settling on the big small island of manhattan in a matter of a couple months – gearing up for an academic boot camp that would make you night sweat right through your footed pajamas and weep into your pillow while peeing all over yourself and crying out for your mom.

but as my dad puts it in a simplistic manner so that we can really understand the inner workings of little bro’s brain: “for him, it’s like opening a box of crayons and coloring . . .”

which is swell because it allows him the ability to create an equal balance between work and:

play.

although there’s another chance he could end up in chicago and that wouldn’t be so bad either as long as he doesn’t forget his mittens.

[and maybe bobby and chris could show him to that little place called 50/50 where whiskey flows like water and reasoning is checked at the door. (and then maybe he can hail a cab in last night’s clothes because it’s cute.)]

go get ‘em, little bro. and take all their muthalovin’ names.

and don’t forget your sister luvs you.

(but not as much as she loves a good classic wood-paneled wall.)