I have a very good friend(if my boyfriend is reading this lol, he gets silly jealous) and he lives in NY. Every time he frequents the place where I live, we hang out. And this piece is dedicated to him. He knew my father very well, as well as everything about me. We've always been close since that meeting four years ago when he thought I was my sister(we look very much alike), pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex on his cherry red Ducati, got my number, and from that day on we were inseperatable. We don't always talk, as he and his girlfriend just had a baby, and since he lives all the way in Queens, and only owns a summer home out here, it's quite hard to navigate a close knit friendship these days. But whenever I need to talk or he wants to get in touch and BS like old times, we're always there for each other. I love you, dude. You're like a brother to me. This is for you!!