Never the place, always the people.

Duncan the navigator. George the poet. Drew the holiday. Ashley the dancer. Alexis the Sun. Jacquelynne the Italifornian. Colby the certain. Christina the welcoming. Mike the noble.

These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch.

I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.

Parisa’s profound ramblings, as I recall them.