Dolo (as he was affectionately known once upon a time) was the first person to acknowledge my mad fashion sense. He is very perceptive in other ways too. And he's smart (like me). Iconoclastic (like me). And scary to the small-minded (like me). Is it any surprise that in the hell-hole that was Alden High School, birds of a dark feather flocked together?
All things move towards their end* and when I escaped to Ithaca, we fell out of touch for several years. But thanks to the miracle of electronic communication we recently got back in touch, hopefully for the long-term, or at least until he disappears into the mysterious corridors of international espionage.
* Or as he'd probably prefer to put it: "Nothing lasts forever, that's a truth we have to face."