Because that's what you do, you stand up for your best friend. And you each lunch with him and talk with him and share secrets and laugh a lot and go places and do stuff, and when you wake up in the morning, he's the first person you think of.

“Letter from Mr. B:Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else…”

“The horizontal world I had thought I occupied was tilting, dumping me somewhere…”

“There's nothing sadder than a sobbing waffle.”

“And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can hand…”