I’ve mentioned periodically my ‘service boy’, paul, and the years of fun and friendship that we’ve enjoyed.
I met paul very early on after my move from Texas to Los Angeles, and we became instant friends – what started out as a playmate relationship very quickly grew into something much more like family (except the kind that you like). Over the last several years paul and I have gotten up to much silliness, including once getting so lost in L.A. that I very nearly missed the bus that was to take me back to Las Vegas soon after my move here. He drives like a maniac.
He’s also an astonishingly talented self-taught artist, airplane mechanic, and veteran…an amazing man with some of the best, funniest, and most interesting stories I’ve ever heard. I love him dearly.
Paul’s having some health issues and isn’t feeling his best, so I’m asking any and everyone reading to send all your positive thoughts, energy, prayers, crossed fingers, and/or whatever else you’ve got up your sleeves…keep my sweet friend in your thoughts and help us prove that it’s possible to wish away the yuckies.
To you all, today and every day, love yourselves – love those around you – and try not to forget how very important it is to be here.
(I love you paul, my sweet, sweet boy.)