Brian's big Irish melon was a steel trap for all information, some of it useful, some not so much, but he remembered everything. For instance he could tell you exactly what was happening in this picture from our XU Senior Ball down to the time of the night the picture was taken, who took the picture, what music was playing in the background, and even what cheap beer we were drinking upon. He could even tell you why Johnny Kinsella's tux was purple.
Whenever I had trouble remembering something I'd call Brian and he could spit it out within seconds. Miss you bro.
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