Everyone is special in their own way.

I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

It's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.