Otto — happy birthday.
Happy birthday, Otto.
I started scrolling through our messages and remembered how easy it is to have a good time with you.
Otto“Hi! It's OTTOBER here.”
Stephen“Then I'm Ottober.”
I still think this is funny.
October 19, 2022
You started Ottober.
I kept it.
You said it. I said it back. Somehow it stuck, which feels very on-brand for us.
Hi! It's OTTOBER here.
Then I'm Ottober.
March 13, 2024
You say brother.
I mean it.
I love that our messages can go from good morning to complete nonsense with no transition at all.
This is how we talk
You ask for a Sunday.
I say get good.
Hire me for a Sunday
To play with i / You
You suck
Get good
Hahahahaha
No context. No notes. We both understand.
You sent me down a rabbit hole
Ten hours
of Scuba Cat.
You sent me “Ten hours of Scuba Cat” and expected me to just move on.
From me
I love you,
brother.
Otto, you make my life more fun. I mean that in the most specific way possible: you can turn a random message, a name joke, or ten hours of a scuba cat into a whole thing.
I'm really grateful I get to be your brother and your friend. Thank you for the good mornings, the Sunday invitations, the terrible roasts, and all the stuff that makes no sense to anyone else.
Happy birthday.
Love you, brother.
— Stephen