I love my brother. I want you to love him too.
PJ, circa 1983
(Dude, I could have shown them the Butt-Crack picture).
He’s come a long way since that little cowboy. I’ve taught him everything I could, starting from very early on. Here I am reading a little Hunter S. Thompson to him and the fam back in the day.
Eglentyne, PJ, Sister-Ours, and the Da, circa. 1980
Seriously, I’m proud of him. He’s a creative thinker and he’s full of love and humor.
Go
here and read about this crazy thing he is doing. Then, stop thinking it’s crazy, and do what you can to help him along in his quest. We all have something that we love and are passionate about. Explore his cause. Send him a note. Buy some of his stuff. Make a donation. Meet him in Chicago. Whatever works for you.
Love, Eglentyne (Pan Eglentina)
P.S. The chimps and the bonobos will thank you someday.
P.P.S. When you’re finished feeling the love, go
here and chuckle at the absurdity.
P.P.P.S.R.C.Q. I have totally stolen several rhetorical moves from my brother in this post. I told you I loved him.
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