a special day for a brother

and we have yz a.k.a brother z a.k.a brother low a.k.a brolow a.k.a mr low.
today was his birthday. nothing much happened, but spending time together was fun, just like the old days. ah the good old days. the days gone by, never to be repeated again.

i miss those days. the days we sat in bus 23 in the mornings, right at the front of the top level of the double decked bus. each in his own chair, at the corner, not speaking a word, only after arriving at our designated bus stop do we start talking again. the daily cycle repeated for over a year. reaching late. already late and then seeing eugene board the bus.

sweet.