lito, whats there to say about you. i knew you when you wore diapers. everytime you came over my house you would hurt yourself, and to this day when we ask if danny can come over, my mom says "just as long as i dont have to drive him to the hospital". you really need to watch out for that top bunk bro. this summer you spent a lot of time at my house, and you became more like a brother to me. i love the fact that you listen to dashboard. that makes you infinitely times cooler than your brother. what else....well, u suck at madden. haha. oh, i remember when we were coming home from the park when we were little, and tommy threw up in your dads car, and you were sitting right next to him. and you were like "dad, tommy just threw up a bunch of bananas" actually, i dont think u were that calm, but you said something of that nature. i remember all the games of manhunt, baseball, etc. i remember riding your moms piece of shit bike and going down to banchoff. haha, then we rode the bikes down that hilly path. extreme man, extreme....i remember when we went golfing with tommy and mark, but we both sucked and didnt like the fucking sport anyway, and we left the course and walked back to your house. ok, im gonna stop now.
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