It's a Stantonian birthday for revbob! (I think that means the cake looks impressive, but it's actually made of cottage cheese or is going to give you the shits.) Ah, man, there ain't words in the language to convey my respect and affection for you and the awareness of my good fortune that we ended up in this place and struck up conversations. Someone who knows when and why to call something bullshit, yet also knows when and why we care about people, is that ideal that we all should strive for. And you, my curmudgeonly brother, are an ideal for that. I love how much shit you give me, especially the disappointment with some of my musical tastes, because I know that kind of teasing and taunting comes from a good heart. Enjoy your day and damn the SRPs that cross your path.
