to the one who more often than not was the first soul to hear my new songs, and who never protested to all the noise. to my most willing childhood playmate. to my favorite crying shoulder. to the most charming toothless grin i've ever known. to a patient ear, a cocked head, a forgiving kiss. to the only friend i've ever had whose poop i would clean off the floor with neither contempt nor ill will.
i am sorry about the boyish name, but i was just a little boy. you made it your own. you made all of us your own.
forever and always, friend, you will be missed. thank you. i love you. goodnight.