I love my friends. I mean, I love them with all of me. I love them laughing, screaming, sweaty, barfing, sleeping, running, overeating, dieting, hurting, reconfiguring, breaking down, building shit, creating art, high, sick, tired, gambling, pole dancing, frolicking, fucking up, drunk, birthing, waiting, rescuing, yearning, free and caged. In all states of wellness and hurt. In all hours. I can't help it. They're in my blood and wed to my spirit. I crave them in all their madness and beauty. They are my angels and the thorns in my side, and I choose not to disentangle, despite the pricks and scratches and grief that sometimes comes from loving so fiercely. They are worth it all. I'm loyal as a spaniel.

Just thought you should know.