Wearing My Jordans
Tim Stiles
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It's been a while right, brother? Approaching 40, leaving our 30's behind Born in August, 1979 when bell-bottoms were retired And everyone tuned into Saturday Night Live! While the Young were getting Restless on Sesame Street And The Brady Bunch spent 60 Minutes counting the Days Of Our Lives Him and I slept adjacent, laid there in waiting Separated by hospital blinds Little did we know a process had been initiated Halted, then resolved with adoption papers One problem, this involvement Dad and Mom engaged in Only implied one son, not a package of displaced twins While in that lawyer's office reality weighed in I like to think that thankfulness overjoyed them I like to think that neither blinked the moment that lawyer grinned And said, it's not just one kid, there's actually two of them Fortunately Barbara reacted with reciprocity Knowing two boys would be great since her and Jim could now afford it The new job she landed in banking was amazing All she'd ever wanted was a family, previously thwarted By factors such as sterility and lack of income Inability to give birth plagued her everything and then some Now came an opportunity for not only one, but twins, umm Just got to convince Jim. Easily done Jim signed the papers, solidifying custody Two weeks later we were shipped to Monterey from Muncie Two Midwest born bastards were undeniably lucky Accepted and adopted to the west coast of the country They expected One but then there were Two One fair-skinned pale in comparison to Two These Two share heritage, plus eyes of blue It's quite a delight knowing there are Two sides to you Life meant for One yet delivered One more than One left, Two right-brained, out of sorts twins To this day we take steps with importance Him rocking my Tims. Me wearing his Jordans During adolescence, computers were my pastime I DOS commanded bulletin boards just to pass time A game junky too but never a Sega "Genesist" Before N64, I can barely remember which Consoles I owned, yet what I do remember is Jordan being my Super Nintendo arch nemesis When it came to Street Fighter Two, he'd pick Blanka And I'd Chun Li the shit out of his shins, making things awkward Little did he know I'd already studied his moves He used to get so pissed, throwing the controller across the room It made sense though, he was never bred for technology To this day he still calls me instead of Googling, ha! Honestly, I shouldn't give him so much grief While I was nerding out, he was turning out art you wouldn't believe Whether pencil to paper, acrylic and hand-brushed Charcoal and chalk, or watercolor to canvas Jordan as a young man didn't have visions of grandeur He materialized decisions with precision and stamina From cartoon-inspired, to realistic landscapes He emptied cans of paint, presenting pieces hand-made Always been ahead of his time with a history you can't trace Talent worth far more than anyone can pay Furthermore, he holds the torch to our campaign We'll always remain One, traversing Two different pathways They expected One but then there were Two One fair-skinned pale in comparison to Two These Two share heritage, plus eyes of blue It's quite a delight knowing there are Two sides to you Life meant for One yet delivered One more than One left, Two right-brained, out of sorts twins To this day we take steps with importance Him rocking my Tims. Me wearing his Jordans
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