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(written by twin brother David)
Ummm…how do you say, “he’s whacked” without saying “he’s whacked?”
Jason came out second. I believe that was a foreshadowing of what was to come his entire life…second. He was the second to hit a home run, second to dunk a basketball, and second to bench press his body weight. But that’s ok, he turned out alright…he’s fully recovered from the emotional scars.
Jason called me the mouthy one. I think it’s because when the bad guys came around our neighborhood as kids, I verbally walked them down while he hid behind the tree sucking his thumb. Yes, I had issues as a kid – but who didn’t? I still remember Jason wanting to throw a rock at a brand new 1982 Ford Thunderbird as it passed by our house, but he couldn’t get the guts up enough to do it. As the rock left my hand that day I have often wondered why God made me the brazen one and him the calculating one. Being in business together has brought a lot of clarity to this.
Now we’re in business together, and he’s still walking in my shadow. Did I mention he only has 4 children? There’s just no getting around it for him! We live on the same street, workout at the same gym, and drive the same trucks…but that’s ok, he needs someone to look up to – I’m ok with that.