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As some of you may or may not know, I do not celebrate birthdays. No gifts, not a thing.

Brandon turned 22 yesterday. Since it's not his birthday anymore...

I first met Brandon in my 10th grade history class. The teacher did not like him, nor did Brandon like her. In fact, not many people liked her. Either way, that's when I first noticed his passion for telling someone they're wrong. So many times he would question the teacher's motives and grading techniques. I questioned them as well, just not out loud. (We strongly believe that our constant bickering led to that teacher giving up. She didn't teach history again, at least while we were there.)

I think we had sociology together our junior year. That was a great class. Our quizzes were games! So great!

But we had the most fun our senior year. Brandon signed up for jazz band, and things were never the same. He and the jazz instructor got into it nearly every day. The best moment was when the jazz instructor caught Brandon dropping an F-Bomb.

We also had AP Physics together, which was the best class ever. We did whatever we wanted to. Every morning, we would go to the vending machines, get some type of juice, and mix in some amaretto. Orange Juice + Amaretto = Boccie Ball. What a perfect way to start the morning!

We also had AP Calculus together. We terrorized that teacher. And Brandon really disliked her since she would check his stubble every day to see if he needed to shave. Heh, she never checked me though. When we took the AP test, we went to Joe's Crab Shack for lunch. We walked into class wearing our bibs. So great. (This woman also quit teaching because of us, we believe. She became a counselor.)

After graduation, I didn't see much of anyone. But one person kept in touch, and visited. That's Brandon. My freshman year, when I lived in a crappy dorm with a crappy roommate, he came down and we had a ball. He came down my sophomore year too. In fact, I think he's been to Austin at least once a year since I moved down here.

I have different classes of friends. I have the ones where it's nice to catch up. I have the second class which are the ones who call me. And I have the third class, where I'll actually pick up the phone and dial a number. I've called Brandon twice in the past week.

Alright, that's all you get out of me.