Jericho: Happy Birthday, Max!

Took me forever to figure out what the hell his Twitter was about! :)

Maxy, my best friend, is 37 years old today. I love him and I hope that this is the best year yet.

I couldn't think of what gift to give him. A card is useless, he knows how I feel. I can't afford to buy him a bass (that I will NEVER hear him play!) No matter how much cash I handed him, it would seem like a drop in the bucket and probably get absorbed into a bill. (Send the smegging cash anyway! Right, Max?)

While I was thinking about this, it occurred to me: no matter what gift I gave him, it would never be enough. Max has been my savior on far too many occasions. He's stuck by me when the world seemed to have abandoned me. And, these days, in his time of need, I've had my own problems and haven't been able to be there for him like I wish I could.

So, no, Max, no gift this year. Probably the first year I didn't just plumb forget your birthday. I actually put thought into it for once. And when I thought about it - nothing would do. Nothing would show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me.

I wish I could quit you! :)