It is 9:24 a.m. and I'll be hitting the bricks here soon. The Holiday went well and Kansas City is still a strange place with strange, though awesome people. Wish me and Harry (my car) luck.
Friend Boy was the name of my imaginary friend from childhood. Sometimes I believe that we grow into our imaginary friends as adults or our imaginary friends grow into an element of our adult psyche, an aspect of not forgetting who we were as children whether the act of not forgetting is conscious or subconscious. Either which way, I take the name I gave my imagination at the age of seven, here. I've added the salutation mister because Friend Boy, like everything, got a little older.
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