When I was a kid, my dad always used to tell me that if it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. I had just spawned in this house on the Rotterdam B flag, took 3 steps, jumped out the window, and immediately got run over by a half-track. He wasn’t wrong 😂
Ed. note: I originally wrote and published this 10 years ago in 2012. It’s now been 13 years since he passed and it still seems like just yesterday.
Three years ago tonight, at 8:30 PM Pacific Time, I was sitting on my couch playing Assassin’s Creed II. My twins were nearly 6 months old, and they were laying on the floor in front of the couch playing with some stuffed animals. Tiffany was at work. It was cold and rainy outside. My phone rang. The caller ID on my iPhone showed it was my brother, so I answered the way I usually do when he calls: