That’s a photo of me and one of my best friends, Shawn, in New Orleans from back in spring 1998. If you’re wondering… yes… those are beers the size of your head. Three bucks, bitchez.
I first met Shawn back in ‘97 about a week after I moved here from Tampa through our mutual friend, Robman. While we’ve shared a long—sometimes painful—and colorful history (details would detract from my eventual point)… and we haven’t spent much time together in the last year or few… I’m going to miss him.
He’s moving to NYC to be with his girl this weekend. I wish you only the best, bro; make happy for yourself. You deserve it.