to dear Mr. Moo,

i knew,
you were
my best friend

when we both listened to k-earth 101 since birth
when we thought we could sing, when we couldn't, but we did it anyways
when you would actually stay & listen, when i invited you to my strings concerts
when i never looked at wrists the same way again
when i came over for the first time and never looked at thunder the same way again
when foot tans came out of hiding after a trip to china town
when we didn't know that usher was considered "vulgar" and "explicit"
when book stores didn't just sell books but sold mustaches too
when you showed me that i'm not the only 1 who eats when i'm bored

so spank you, double-chined, pregnant man
for always being there fo' me,
even through my awkward stages =)