A Family Tribute #2

Peter the False Prophet

pete is my other brother, you know, the other one as opposed to mark. he also has a funny nick name. it is Peter the False Prophet. like 2 minute mark, i don't feel want to explain the circumstances that surrounded the giving of the nickname. but i can tell you the general reason why he got it. anyway, if you've ever slept in the same room as Pete, you'll know he doesn't shut up. and the reason he doesn't shut up is because he has all sorts of crazy ideas about the world and the way it should be and how he was going to change the world into this crazy dream place he had in his mind somewhere. that's where the false prophet comes into play. his ideas were just so crazy, we started calling him false prophet, because peter's life is pretty much blasphemy.

pete is such a cool guy. in high school, i wanted so much to be like him and all of his friends. looking back, it must have been pretty annoying having his younger brother tagging along everywhere. oh well. too bad. he was the star basketball player, and i would have given my left arm to have his jump shot. although, if i gave my left arm...i wouldn't have had his jump shot. he got me into music and life in a way that i had never experienced before. yes, pete, i'm blaming my former drug problem on you. jk. of course, we were brothers and we fought all the time, but the next day i would ask him if i could follow him and his friends around. or later on when i wasn't a little wiener tag along, it would be us going for coffee, or going to shows together, or listening to him play guitar, or him pretending means 2 an end was a good band and teenage supermodel was a good song. there was something about him that just made me feel good about myself.

he taught me so much about life that i never would have learned and would probably still be fighting with today without him. to see where he has come from to where he is today is remarkable. there was a time in my life where i had given up on God and church, and just people in general. luckily, pete was my roommate, and just when i started into my darkest hour, he was coming out of his darkest hour and seeing God in his life. without him (and of course you, chelsey, but this is an immediate family tribute, so back off) in my life at that time, i would have been gone. people say that God will do miraculous things in your life to get you to pay attention. what got me to pay attention was Peter caring about God! for those who knew him back in the day know how crazy it is that he even became a Christian, let alone is now a pastor. without him to hold me together and show me what life was all about, i have no idea where i would be today. probably better off...but that's not the point. oh, i kill myself with my hilarity! is hilarity a word?

anyway, this is my brother. this is my tribute. merry christmas pete, and a happy hannukah.