I've known Brady Price since I was 9 months old and he was 14 months old. We literally grew up together, and have an entire lifetime of memories together.
He got married last month. As his best friend, I wanted to see him off with the most spectacular bachelor's party that I could. If I know Brady at all, I knew that he likes one thing above all others: fire.
I spent the entire two weeks leading up to his wedding stockpiling all the wood I could find. I raided the dumpster of the theatre department and took some of their old stage sets they were throwing away. I picked up old pallets wherever I could find them. I looked for old furniture. By the time the night of his bachelor party rolled around, I had the world's most enormous stockpile of wood hidden behind his house.
We picked him up and took him to a nice steak dinner. While we ate, I gave him the present I had spent the last two years putting together. It was a book that I had written, containing EVERY SINGLE memory that I have of us together. I carefully wrote out every single memory of our entire lives together into this book, separated into three sections: Childhood, Teenage years, and College years. When I gave it to him, he couldn't believe it. We had so much fun reading through the book and laughing as we reminisced about the time we had a campout on the roof of his school and made a cooking fire in the parking lot, or the time we made a raft out of pieces of his fence and sailed on the lake with it, or the time we kept a mouse hidden from my mom all summer in the basement, or the time we tried to dig a tunnel to china, or the time we handcuffed each other in super awkward and uncomfortable/dangerous positions, or all the various things we blew up with bombs we learned how to make on the internet, or the various horrendous things we did on our campouts, or the time we almost got kidnapped, or all of the horrible ways we would prank and torment my stepsisters. I have so many ridiculous memories with that kid, and I didn't want to lose them all, so I'm so glad that I was able to preserve them.
Then we all packed up my enormous stockpile of wood into our cars and drove out to the desert. I had gotten a bunch of old clothes, a milk jug, and a wig, and made a dummy. We named the dummy Single Brady, and he was to be executed. We made a giant pile out of the wood, with Single Brady strapped to the stake in the middle. We then soaked all the wood in lighter fluid and gasoline. Brady had the honor of setting the whole thing off. We then listened to fun music, had drinks, and danced around the giant fire as Single Brady slowly burned to death and blew away in the wind.
I'm so proud of my brother Brady, and I wish him the very best in life. I'm so happy that he's starting his new life as Married Brady, and that a whole ton of new adventures await him in life.
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