Happy Birthday, Jim

Happy Birthday to my brother. 

You sneezed on me on purpose.  You tackled me and gave me a rug burn on my nose.  You called me names.  You hit me.  You lied to get me in trouble.

You rode bikes with me to town.  You taught me to spray paint my bike.  You looked out for me when you thought I didn't know.  You defended my country and my freedom.  You're funny as hell and a good trouble-shooter when I'm too cheap to pay someone to fix my problems.

I'd say the good outweighs the bad, and the bad is all in the past.

I love you, Jim.

Happy Birthday!  <----(Notice the John Deer green?)