Brothas From Anotha's Mothas (if that makes sense)

I met one Charles Brian Rogers a week before Halloween 2004. An extroverted red head with a whit to match that irish temper of his, the first thing he asked me for was a ride to a then "UVSC" (congrats on the university status guys) Halloween Dance. He had heard through the Stover 3200 Grapevine that I was not a member of the LDS church and figured I might be into rockin' out with other heathens.

Now, back in 2004, $8 was a lot for admission to a dance. On top of that, I would be driving all the way to Orem (from Provo). I was reluctant, but I could tell there was something special about this 5'4" kid with size 13 shoes.

I remember the dance sucking overall (this was before we created the "tumbleweed" dance move that saves every dance party), but we still managed to have some fun. More importantly, the power of 3 was born.

The year proceeded and the 3 of us (Chuck, Lunchbox, and myself) grew closer and closer. I, being the only one with a job, would return home from work each night to find Chuck and Lunchbox sprawled out in my dorm room eating Pizza Pipeline (Can you upload Lunchbox's Credit Card statement from those four months as a pdf?) and watching some film they had gotten from the Box's Netflix. This was a nightly thing, a true bonding session for all of us. I would occasionally buy a piece of pizza off of them for a dollar. Some nights, they didn't even make me pay.

About once a week, with the film over and the pizza gone, Charles Brian Rogers would catch that unstoppable "scone craving." We all know the feeling. That burning desire to just bite into a perfectly cooked scone. Anyway, on those nights, Charles would say his pattened line, "Did I just hear you say you wanted to go get scones?" Of course no one had said that, nor had they even thought it on the most sub of subconscience levels. But somehow, we went walking to the Malt Shoppe, on a pilgrimage of sorts, looking for scones.

Charles Brian Rogers not only made the Malt Shoppe thousands of dollars from January 2005 to April 2005 by spreading the word about their fabulous scones, he redefined peer pressure while doing it. Charles is a master in the ways of persuasion. He currently peer pressures people into beer-bonging water, jumping in the party pool, and staying up late playing "Rockband." Chad Rogers possesses the closest thing I have ever seen to "The Force," a mind control tactic used by Jedi Knights documented in the acclaimed "Star Wars" films by George (pronounced Hor-Hay) Lucas. He can make anyone do anything, and what's worst, he can make them feel as though it was their idea. This of course is both a gift and a curse, but Charles Brian Rogers knows this.

Charles Brian Rogers is the most innovative mind of the 21st Century. I can honestly say this without knowing anything about the next 92 years to come.

Charles Rogers is my friend. I am proud to say that.