Happy birthday to The Best Friend!

You’re 25. Damn, we’re getting old. But at least we’re getting old together.

How many days┬áhave we spent together, analyzing art and pop culture? How many nights spent knocking back beers and talking about our deepest fears? You’re still my favorite drinking buddy after all these years. And you’re still the one I run to with music recommendations, comic book stuff, and basically all my dumb feelings about existentialism.Read More »