If you know me, then you must know Gaetano. And if do know this wonderful man, then you must know he recently had a born day. Or as he would call it, a B(eyonce) Day.
He currently runs the site, Ha/f Culture, which apparently is really big in Eastern Europe, and gets his paycheck being a huge dork in a clean suit in Boston. Or an "engineer."
Which means that not only is he smarter than me, but he's smarter than me and he looks better than I do in tight pants. The audacity. More than that, he knows all the best restaurants, the newest music, and where all the secret Bostonian sneaker bodegas are. And his girlfriend is hot.
All of this would make me hate him, were he not such a genuinely lovable, remarkable, funny and generous human being. Gaetano is, in many ways, the older (360 days, to be precise) brother I never had. I love him because he likes reading my poems. I love him because of afternoons spent on the lake, kayaking (or rather, him kayaking, and me throwing in a couple strokes here and there). I love him because he used to be a fat kid, because he has a 5 o'clock shadow by 9:30 am, and because, just by being himself, he reminds me of all the potential that life has: for fun and debauchery, for art and music and literature, for exploring ourselves and the world around us.
So, thank you for that. And a very, very happy birthday.
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