I toast to Farren, to her newfound loves, to my old loves. I do love them. I do miss them. I miss them in the worst way. I miss them! I tell the bartender. My Boris, my Juan, my Hugo, my Claude, my Riko, my Roger, and Bob. To Paul H. and Paul D. and even Paul R. To Steve and Sameer and Ken, to David and Goliath, to Jack, to Jeff, to Jerry, to all of them, to all of them, to each of them alone.
