The Boy With The Wonderful Words...

My brother Michael is a simple man. Oh, he'll never be the darling of the so-called "city-fathers" who cluck their tongues and stroke their beards, and wonder "What's to be done with this Michael Matthews?!" But his life is truly a fantastical tale of mystery and intrigue...smattered with EFY music, hilarious social situations, and gun-toting midgets. But many of you don't know him that well, so here is just a taste.


Michael has a flair for a good photo. He was pretty nerdy in High School, but then a radioactive spider bit him on a field trip or something, and ever since he's been a lot more cool. However, he routinely and mysteriously disappears at the sound of police sirens, leaving only an open window. Oh well. He likes his cameras.






The cameras also love Michael. As you can see, he has always been easy on the eye. I believe that in this photo he must be thinking "There's enough of me for all of you, ladies!"

This is a picture of me and Michael right before he left on his mission. From the look on his face, he is temporarily breaching the metaphysical realm.




Michael has also always been a fan of "the sports". Here he is playing tennis. The angle of his racquet suggests that just after this photo, the ball went flying over the fence and onto the road. I have to confirm this with him, though.


Well, there is obviously much more to Michael than can be said on this blog. However, his mission is almost done, so all I can say to the ladies is: Christmas will be early this year, cause Santa Claus comes to town on September 26th...