I remember watching you do backflips off the wall in front of JC after school. I remember wrestling with you at lunch and getting yelled at because we decided to turn it into a tournament and like 20 people wanted in. I remember sitting with you in Toler's office because I wasn't going to let you get in trouble the *one* time you didn't deserve it. I remember a bunch of punks taking over the bowling team and loving our short bus. I remember going to watch Incubus play Make Yourself after hearing about it on The Buzz. I remember getting told I couldn't sing in the choir because I couldn't hit a high C on command and you telling the teacher she didn't know what she was talking about because you'd heard me sing Cold. I remember practicing with you and our friends after school, trying to sing power ballads- pretending to be rock stars. 

I think, maybe, I was the only one pretending. Love you, brother.

Call Lori Kristen and Britney-

John and I cannot express how sorry we are about Philip there are no words to express our sadness for you.