Matthew John Malcore - Quality and Dependability

I'd like to dedicate this page, and the following messages
To Matt Malcore, for the inspiration of the content

and for choking me

My Little Brother.

I can remember when he was just this tall!

He's 21 now.
Yeah, making me feel old, like I should be responsible...

I don't really remember the first time I saw Matt
His is about a year and a half younger than I am, but I don't really remember the times without him.
Matt's been cool for the most part, and we've been pretty good brothers. Some fun activities when we were kids!
We used to play 'guns' all the time. We'd search my dad's farm for hours finding the best peice of wood to carve a gun out of. We'd use my father's tools, always buiding bigger and better gun's. I think Matt used to have this 'bazooka' he'd use in our 'wars'. He made the coolest gun sound too. The three of us all had our own, basically patented sound we'd make. Matt's was cool as hell, and only he could do it.

I remember matt had this watch he found on the bus one time. You could find your pulse with it.
matt would always get the coolest stuff.
we used to walk to our neighbors, and sell them cards. we used to get things in the mail, you know, sell 'x' amount of cards, and you could get a prize. matt got a watch with a calculator on it. how fucking cool is that!

Anyway, matt and I used to always have projects going. We had this big tree house planned one time. we built the entire bottom peice, and then we never finished it anymore. our construction skills together would come in handy later in life, as you'll see below.

another project, we spent about a week trying to dig the biggest hole in the ground possible, here is a bad picture of it.

My father burned our garbage all the time. Well, Matt and I were poking the fire with some sticks that we had acquired. Poking away was Matt, with little regard to the health and well being of his older brother. Actually, it's more like this. We were messing around with the fire, I remember looking into the sky, and seeing a burning peice of paper flying downward. I don't know what I was thinking, but I obviously didn't get out of the way. Next thing I remember is a burning feeling on my left hand. My mother was still with my dad at this point. It's one of very few memories with my mom on the farm. But she gave me this glass of water that I kept my hand in. We still have the glass yet. I see that thing, and it's so damned small. It's wierd to look at it and think that I once fit my whole hand in it. Anyway, I have this huge scar on the top of my left hand. It was great for a while, becuase I always thought...Ok, the left hand side....look at my hand, and I'd never be wrong. Well, I got really dependant on that. Even still sometimes today, when someone says "left", I look down at my hand. I used to hate myself for it, always "fighting the urge" to look at my hand. "don't...look...at....my...hand..." And then of course, I look.

Matt and i used to climb up on top of my dad's barn all the time. we had a whole system, climb through a window we busted, onto a roof of a building, then scale the barn roof, walk across that barn, and climp up to the taller part of my fathers barn. way fucking cool, although i didn't go up too much on that barn. see, i'm a little afraid of heights. matt would get up there, and yell, "I can see the Upper Peninsula" (that being michigan) My dad lives a few miles east of Green Bay, so you can imagine the validity of that.

We always used to take advantage of Dan big time. Matt and myslef would come up with devious plans to make him look like an idiot. more on that in the dan page.

Matt grew up into bigger projects. he was always working on trucks and stuff, he actually built two trucks, one of which i threw gravel into the engine. matt was big time pissed off at me for that, big time.

Working on the farm, matt would always get the tractor driving jobs. I'd get pissed at my father for that shit. Everytime, Matt would be sitting on the tractor, cutting hay, having good times, and I'd be in the barn shoveling shit all the time.

I was a much better tractor driver than my brother.

Matt was quite intelligent as well. My mother told me that Matt was supposed to be moved into our grade for all his classes and everything. Two brothers in the same grade? I don't really believe that, but matt was pretty good in school.

Matt and I did a lip sync one, 'the twelve days of war'. We didn't make it into the show, apparently, we were two violent. bullshit man, that was all original!

In middle school, we made up a lip sync to Falco's "Rock Me Amadeus". It was excellent, you'll have to see the video of that some time. We took second place, and we were pissed big time. There was no way we shouldn't have gotten first place. I'm still as bitter today as I was when I first heard we got second. Ripped off!!

Matt started working for Wilquet Siding and Roofs a year and a half later than I did. Matt was much more 'constructiony" than I was, so he picked up on it right away.
It was 4 guys, Donald (owner) Scott (35 year old drunk who had his license taken away) Myself and Matt.
Matt and I dominate the competition at roofing. One time, working in Downtown Luxemburg, right by the lights, matt set up some scaffold ladders for the two of us to work on. We are putting a peice of gutter apron up, and I see matt jump off the edge, I quickly think to myself, "what the hell", when I get taken out by the roof.
It seems when Matt set up the ladders, he didn't properly secure one of the laddars, and it slid out from underneath us. He landed safely, and My ankle was a little bit sore. I worked for the rest of the day, but for the 4 following days after that, I couldn't walk. Thanks Matt.

Corrections by Matt Malcore:

	   Regarding falling off the scaffolding, the ladder was positioned too near the edge of the house 
	   (yes, by myself) and one of the legs sank in as I reached to the side, beyond the legal limit of the 
	   ladder, causing the ladder to slide past the edge of the house, in turn causing the collapse of the 
	   scaffolding.

Matt continues to work for Wilquet, but he is trying to get his own business on the side. Much like myself. It'll be interesting to see who's takes off first!

Last summer, I was working in the Kewaunee County Farm Bureau Both at the fair. That morning, Home Depot and Dewalt was having a contest... Whoever could screw 5 screws in the fastest. Apparently, Dewalt ran this competition at every Home Depot in the state. Well, if you won in Milwaukee, you qualified for the finals in Green Bay, the same day of this competition.
Matt was supposed to work with us in booth all day, but he didn't show up until later in the afternoon. He came in and asked if we needed help, I said 'yep', he told me he had to change his shirt. He comes back wearing a "dewault" shirt, So I ask him how it went.
Well, apparently, he qualified for the finals, and had to take on some guy from the Grafton Home Depot, and he beat him, eventually wining the entire contest. He was the fastest guy to screw 5 screws in, IN THE ENTIRE STATE. Pretty impressive. He won 2000 dollars worth of Dewalt tools, which is a very big fucking deal, I can't stress this enough. Matt was totally nochalant about the whole situation, he barely even told me. My completely drunk self told every person who came to the booth the story, and Matt was quickly town hero. I remember waking up the next day, and seeing stacks of Dewalt Tools In my dad's shed. Pretty fucking impressive.

I'll end with that. I'll get some pictures up here shortly.

If you have any interesting stories of Matt you'd like to add, Please Don't hesitate to email me.

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