For David from Venezuela:
This is for you, little brother. You said that I'm your big brother. Yes, I guess it's true. I'm watching out for you! You said to take care of Mischka, take care of the yello submarine. OK, I am. I listen ... We were both in a slumber-like state of exhaustion. Hostel, drive-all-night, talk, breakfast at the fork in the road, Radiohead (I'll never forget you jumping!). Our lives are parallel ...
Remember when the homeless man, the articulate one, the genius one, said,
"You guys are probably brothers by blood, somewhere, and you didn't even know it. Look at your arms, place them side by side ..." And then we did, and they were exactly the same! Amazing. How did he see? Remember how he said that people would be jealous of us (Hey, it HAS happened, right?). But then he mumbled something about the russian mob, and drifted off into the deep end. Heh.
Remember how you asked if I would write music for your film, and I said yes!?
Remember how Crazy Andy started that fight, I jumped in, and then you showed up and really saved the day ... Yes, I remember.
Remember how I was all wasted, and you chided me for eating Sunil's noodles?
Remember how I said that I would drive you anytime like that? Anywhere ...
And I would, brother, I would.
Remember you and me and Dan tha Man, from Wales?!
Remember how you said you'd decided to come to Europe with me!
Remember how Tobacco Daniel asked if you would send opium seeds to him?
Remember how I cried like John Wayne (to you) over my feline delimma!
Remember how you asked if it was ok if you laid your head on my shoulder?
It's always ok. I am your friend. I'm your man. I admire you. I'll miss you!
Your friend, -Todd