To one of my best friends in the world. We met when we were teenagers. We have been through everything together. We have been roommates, travel-buddies, co-workers, partners-in-crime. I’ve documented three of our discussions, where the topics run from Justin Timberlake to Joan Crawford.
Part 1
Part 2
Our discussion about Joan Rivers, right before she died.
This is how we always talk. The adventures are too many to count. The depth of the friendship goes to the center of the earth. We don’t even have to speak, we just KNOW. Although it is also true, that we can tell each other everything. My life is unimaginable without him. Today is his birthday. He is a wonderful human and I’m thankful every day for our friendship.
Jitterbugging in college
Summer day
In the photo booth at the legendary Rocky Point amusement park in Rhode Island – ever seen “Adventureland”? Rocky Point was like that.
Halloween party. I was Edie Sedgwick. He was Andy Warhol. We are assholes.
In the photo booth at Lounge Ax, a sadly now-defunct music club in Chicago (immortalized in “High Fidelity”), and across the street from The Biograph (immortalized, of course, by the fact that John Dillinger was gunned down in the alley outside after seeing “Manhattan Melodrama”.)
Yet another Halloween party, and a strangely ominous picture. Like there’s this weird shit going on behind us and we are oblivious. This was right around the time when we became inseparable. So much so that we annoyed people. We didn’t care. We had found one another. We literally would hold hands and skip down the hallways.
Mitchell was my date for my friend Meredith’s wedding, in the middle of a gigantic snowstorm. We had a blast. We always do.
We Are Assholes, Part II: Mitchell and I headed out to another Halloween party, this time dressed as Mia Farrow and Woody Allen. It was at the height of the Soon Yi furor. Mitchell is carrying a copy of “Crime and Punishment,” just FYI.
Last summer. A perfect day.
To quote my favorite poet, W.B. Yeats, who had a way, shall we say, with words.
“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, /
and say my glory was I had such friends.”
