Well Hal I've never quite figured out our reltionship - commensalism, mutualism or parasitism. But we did have a relionship. Why is it that all your house guests from around the world would throw themselves at my feet? For a very long time I thought you invincible. Invincible because I thought you played and partied under the protection of some supernatual, protecting force. When I learned of your death I felt like my twin had been ripped from me. We came to know each other through the dozens and dozens of men that were attracted to our unique qualities. Qualities that apparently overlapped because you would meet mine and I would meet yours. I miss your friendship; I miss our long talks; I miss visiting you in that pisshole apartment you inhabited between Valencia and Market (under the freeway extension (pre loma-prieta) to Fell Street. Most of all I miss you screaming at me in the motorcycle safety class not to pop wheelies and hot-dog in front of the novicies trying to learn to safely ride a motorcycle. And mostest of all (that for which I am most grateful) is for your kindness and friendship to my most special friend Barry.
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