People,

Last night was Brendo Frendo's big B-Day and to celebrate we went to the diviest of skanky sports pubs in Somerville and, in the words of the proverbs, threw down.

Brendo has been my tightest friend since we were both about 13. For those of you doing the math, that was a long ass time ago. We've gone our separate ways in our life's pursuits, he into filmmaking, me into music, but through it all we've always pushed each other to be really good at what we do. There are few people whose opinion of something I've done can change my own opinion of it. Brendo is one of them (the others are Tony Danza and Pickles the sheepdog).

Anywho, he's come a long way and is as good a friend, person and roommate as I could have hoped for. He's more family than family.

So, here's to you Brendo, and you can slip the fifty bucks you promised me for writing this tripe under my door later.