34. Chris

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane

And I howled at my ma in the driving rain.

I met Chris the first day of college.  He lived down the hall.  He was the cool kid from NYC.  He seemed very shy.  He was not.  Pretty soon, he was larger than life and one of my best friends.  I did a lot of growing up that year and Chris was a big part of that.

Chris is smarter than you, funnier than you, more charming than you, and he can draw 10 times better than you.  And by you, I mean me. 

If he ever starts doing charcoal portraits, I’m toast.