Sneakin' Out The Hospital

If there's one thing in my life that has been anywhere near constant, it's been those three guys right up there. I've lived all over the country, seen far too many friends come and go, lost far too many relationships to stupid, selfish bullshit that usually originated from me, watched my possessions slip through my fingers, and seen pets die, but you know what? Those three Jewish kids from New York have made my life pretty much what is right now. I mean that in a good way, just so you know.

I wouldn't dress, talk, act, laugh, think, write, create, or do much of anything in quite the same way if it weren't for them coming into my life 22 years ago. I've grown up with them, and they with me. They've never sold out, gone solo, or broken up. They've never overdosed, had sex on a reality show, leaked pictures of their genitals onto the internet, or guest judged on American Idol. (Speaking of which, those cats really need to get Tarantino back. He was awesome.)

Thanks, guys. I'll see you in the Catskills in about thirty years. From the front row, of course.