the long lost wilson brother

oh, futureman! i overlooked you in bottle rocket, thinking you too handsome for my taste. first luke owned my heart, with his doodles of inez and dreamy eyes. then suddenly owen crept up, truly the most talented wilson, all sweet drawl and jumpsuits.

then stuff happened: suicide attempts and kate hudson, pot bellies and at&t commercials. so seeing andrew in whip it was a refreshing reminder of what a wilson brother should be: a laid-back, hair a-flowing crazy-handsome dreamboat.



come back to us, owen. i miss your smarts. middle child to middle child: you're a national treasure.