dear manchillitron, you're old.

I remember when we first met.
you said:
"I only like watermelon candy, Sprite and hiphop"

I think you weighed 90 pounds.

I thought:
"This skinny bitch is annoying."

Today you are the friend that I think of first when I love a new song. when I fuck up. when I want to drink gin and complain and when I want to laugh a lot.

At 27 you are sick and laid low. we'll dance and eat later...today, I hope you know, we, your friends, you know...we like you and stuff. ok?

hearts, high fives and happy birthday,
K.