Nick: Two Layers Deep

O Nick, brave bard of Baja Blast and burrito wrap,
Our pajama-jeaned jester, our laugh-track and gap
Burrito Baller turned Cloud Wrangler
From beef wraps to backend stacks, you pivoted with swagger.

You take the roast like a king on his throne,
Crowned in laughs, never standing alone.
"Just a lil guy" we say with a smirk,
But behind those wisecracks, there's a whole lotta work.

We watched you stammer, charm folded in fumble,
As you asked for a "2 All Star Meal" and the cosmos crumbled.
She blinked. You beamed. I wheezed like a kettle
Moments like that? Pure comedic metal.

But beneath the facade and Baja blast mist,
There's more to the man who we always missed
When he's not around, the humor, yes
But also that pulse of something less

something deeper, like sky behind smog.
You left your job, and cleared the mental fog.
Not everyone has the guts to say,
"This thing that pays me? It chips me away."

So you walked. Not away-but toward.
No confetti, no sword.
Just resolve in your voice, and hands that shook
Still, you turned the page. You rewrote the book.

You're our comic relief and the stillness between,
The little brother wrapped in every scene.
Two layers of pants, two sides you defend
One for the laughs, one you're slow to lend.
But we see you, Nick—not just what's shown,
The quiet you carry, the strength you've grown.

So cheers, Nick. Our pajama knight,
Still funny as hell, still full of fight.
From burritos to backend, you've weathered the climb,
You're not just part of the joke; you're the punchline's spine.

Here's to the courage you don't even boast,
To the friend who we razz, but who matters the most.

Nick, you're the proof that soft souls are tough,
And being real with yourself is more than enough.
You're comedy stitched with a thread of gold
The brother who's funny, and fierce, and bold.