To my peanut butter on toast and my orange juice in the morning. To my creative inspiration and quiet reading. To my penny collecting craze and smiling to the strangers that pass. To my drifting dreams, while hours on the phone with you. You are genuine, as genuine as any of those of my favourite things could be. Stay true, man, you know what’s up.
You can’t be fooled.
Your ever-lovin’, best friend.
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2009.