Brick moved into our house halfway through my Junior year. He was only a Sophomore but I instantly liked Brick. The main reason was because his nickname was Brick. I never really knew why we called him that but I always liked it.
This is the picture in my phone for when brick calls.
(Note the willingness to go barefoot in BOX)
(Note the willingness to go barefoot in BOX)
Normally brick would be looking a little more faux fratty than that image. You see brick came from the marvelous world Michigan greek life. He wasn't very good at being in a frat because they didn't let him go on their date party. So to retaliate he threw a huge party at the frat house while his "brothers" were all out at their date party. Then he proceeded to get hammered and pile all the furniture in the front yard. Somehow a fire extinguisher got thrown against a wall and exploded. The brothers returned from their date party about the same time the Ann Arbor Fire Department showed up to fight the smoke billowing out of the house. The next day Al helped carry his futon down State St. and directly into our basement.
Brick lived in the unfinished basement of the box house for the next 4 months in a tent. He had the tent because of all the rodents and insects down there. And I'll be dammed if he didn't manage to bring a girl down there. He often lamented about his "Box pledge semester" on the Box blog.
At heart Brick was a small child. He marveled at everything in awe and his favorite TV shows are re-runs of The Wonder Years. Often after a Michigan loss he would go to his room and watch them or his other stand-by the 1997 Red Wings Championship Season VHS tape. His youthful unrequited love for all sports Michigan would often have him screaming in a childlike rage after losses. He drank heavily and often did shot challenges with himself. He was one of the best drinkers in Box. Though I did once beat him in a Camo Silver Ice drinking contest.
In March of 2009 we embarked on FLASB09. Brick endured 21 hours of sitting bitch seat in Al's G6 all the way to Florida and back. He spent most of the trip wimpering like a small dog and wooing beached whales. He can be seen in the Dirty Sanchez post picture which was taken on the trip.
Brick brought many things to the house while I lived with him. Mostly girls. But also an innocents that was sometimes shocking. Like the time he put a metal can in the microwave and upon roommate protest said "what? that's what I've always done." Brick was notorious for eating half a can of beans and putting the other half back in the fridge.
Brick never took part in the best things about Box. I think I only saw his penis about 5 times, by far the lowest in the house. He didn't relish in the movie Gettysburg, and he definitely was not hanging out in my room playing AOEIII.
The summer between my Junior and Senior years brick embarked on a quest to win the 1996 world series in Ken Griffey JR Baseball. He played all 162 games and on the day he won the final game we threw a big party. It was the happiest I've ever seen Brick. I even posted about it.
Brick was the best person to play pranks on. His normal response would be something along the lines of "Oh no! Aww shucks fellas." One time he was in Chicago and we decided to fill his room up with unused Keno Cards. It took us many days but but we pretty much covered everything in his room.
I'm writing this because today is his birthday. I could think of 100 more stories about Brick, but I'm pressed for time. Even though I only lived with Brick for a year and a half he still remains one of my favorite roommates. I wrote most of this in the past tense but he is not dead. Unless of course he died tonight.
