So yeah. That’s the long text. No drama. No emergency. Just a bro checking in on his bro. Hit me back when you get a second, even if it’s just a thumbs up or a blurry photo of your dog.
First off, how are you, actually ? Not the “yeah, all good, just busy” that you throw out when we’re grabbing a quick beer. I mean the real, deep-down, 2 AM on a Sunday kind of how-are-you. Life has been a blur lately—for both of us, I think. I look at the calendar and can’t believe it’s already [current month]. It feels like just yesterday we were trying to fix that old lawnmower in your dad’s garage, getting more grease on our faces than on the machine. Now we’re talking about mortgages, career moves, and which back pain relief actually works. hey bro
I’ve been meaning to sit down and just dump some thoughts out to you for a while now, and since we’re both terrible at picking up the phone unless it’s for a quick raid or to complain about our fantasy football teams, this long-winded message will have to do. So, settle in. Grab a drink. This is going to be one of those texts you read while pretending to listen to someone else talk. So yeah