My Brother and I share the same blood but are not of the same parents.....we are one in mind, body and soul, friends and family till the end

Love is forever....but friendship lasts longer

Some saw me fall, some saw me rise but they helped me survive.

I'm glad that life isn't like a Christmas song, because if my friends and I were building a snowman and it suddenly came alive when we put a hat on it, I'd probably freak and stab it to death with an icicle.

Even though Graham and I went back to arguing and stealing socks and hiding each other's toothbrushes in the litter box, I didn't forget that Graham didn't think I needed a best friend, because either it meant he thought I was cool enough to handle everything alone or—and this was what I hoped—it meant that he was my best friend, quietly, forever, no matter what.
I mean, after all, whose skates had I been wearing?

I'm Native American, so it's in my blood to always want brothers and friends. I'm a good brotherhood guy.