June 2nd, as you may or may not know, is the anniversary of Davis’s passing.
Davis, Steve’s mentally retarded older brother, died five years ago today.
Well, the real anniversary of his death is actually this Friday, on June 6th. When Steve first proposed the idea for a day of remembrance and wanted to call it “D-Day,” I had to convince him that because he slept an average of 160 hours a week, he was all mixed up and that it was actually June 2nd.
Thankfully he bought it.
Please don’t tell him.