I remember very little from grade school, but what I do remember is that your screen name was CarlDude7. You once wrote me a note that started with a cover story about Flubber. We did a social studies project with Derrick Nadonga where I did some shitty animation on a computer and we made some fake newscasts. Everyone called you Carol. And we were straight up friends since third grade. There were lapses, yes, due to one of us being lame at the time, but it's been cool since.

And... we're totally straight up friends.

I tell you about basically everything. I'm as honest as I can possibly be. It works. We understand each other immensely, we empathize. We're both funnier bouncing off each other, we both get simultaneous assholitude toward others. We complement each other like nobody's business.

In the end, this is a best friends entry. It couldn't be much better. Sure, we have different interests, different friends, all of that. We're different people. But the thing that trumps all is just how tight we are.

I'm tempted to recount the best times, but I have the oddest feeling those are yet to come. Hoorah for someone I can always count on, someone who always gets it.

Even when things are poor, they're not. I recall all sorts of shit that has gone sour between us, and you know? We've shown remarkable ability to ignore it. I aggravate you, you aggravate me, but we get over it. That is great. I don't worry about saying anything to you.

You WERE high school, mi amigo, and whether it's making music or acting, I look forward to the future you.

Keep it surreal, and let's keep it rocking at the same bitching pace.
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