"Bare feet and the smell of old books" and a certain local poet brought us together, kind of. I'm so glad I had the chutzpah to go past creeping you on twitter so we could be actual friends. I respect and admire you so much, you're one of the most intelligent people I've ever met. I like the way we can have a conversation just by making noises, and that we find the same stupid stuff inexplicably hilarious. I need you to know that not a day goes by that I don't think about you and wonder how you're doing. I want so badly to be there for you if you ever need me, you know how to reach me. Cudz soon. —Out Here Caring About You