A friend so creative he lives his life as an artist not through a medium like writing or painting, at least not nearly so much as in the way he lives his daily lived life, who drinks of life without filter, without need for filter, who was and is the first and only suburban guy I've ever known who could talk to the homeless guy on Queen Street the same way he'd have talked to the CEO on Bay Street (pardon the Toronto references, but better root for the home team than give some banal New York address), he was the one to show me this.
Thanks, JB.
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