A whole bunch of us watched Mystic River last night (and carried into this morning), and I thought it was a very good movie. I'm not starting a film critic thing here, but something in that movie really touched me. The relationship with the two brothers. Well, the "Harris" brothers. I dunno, (I know I'm gonna get all sappy and what not right now, but it's the truth and how I feel) whenever I see a brother relationship like that, or a close brother relationship, I feel a bit of regret. I miss my brother. And I miss bein' there for him, and I miss helpin' him with stuff and just hangin' with him. And I love my brother so much, and I don't like how I can't be there for him... it's really hard for me. I know, it's kind of a whinging thing right now, but hey... Drew if you're reading this, I love you bro. I always have and I always will.

Chuck