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I turned to my bro, and said 'We did it. We finally made it.' We raised up our plastic cups full of free Bud Light, smiled, and made a toast.

To the city.
To the music.
To art.
To beauty.
To friends.
To the scene.
To technology.
To blogsites.
To our one and future bros.

These are the elements of life which unite us.

We looked up at the cityscape, and it felt like we had finally made something of ourselves'. No, we hadn't become rich, nor had we become culturally relevant--but not very many people in life achieve that level of success. We are successful, because we have accepted what we are, and we have learned to create our own version of happiness.

This was our weekend. For one weekend, I was with my bro. No girlfriends, wives', finances. I was with my bro--my bro who truly understood me because he basically had the same life as me. Still looking up at the cityscape. Still thinking 'we finally made it.' Feeling like I have grown up, and made a life for myself. Will watch a sunset later and allow myself to find it to be meaningful and inspiring.

So many people come in and out of our lives'. So many people attending a meaningful alt event. But I am 100% sure that no one else has the solid bond that my bro and I share.

This weekend, I will spend time with my bro. I will not resent him. I will cherish him. One day I will die, and there will be no heaven. But more importantly, there will be no bros.