Randy called me his hero tonight while we were at The Library in Long Beach. I had a hard time hearing that because I don't see anything that special sometimes. I feel it. I think it. Unfortunately, I often don't believe it. It takes little moments like this to open my eyes and stab me with someone else's reality of what I am to them. He is one of the closest and dearest friends I have ever had. He pushes me to see the world beyond what I am comfortable with.
It felt nice to hear him say that. It came on the coattails of a discussion about just saying exactly what is on our minds. I don't think I was ready to hear that, but I like not knowing what is going to come out of his mouth sometimes. It is the wonder that is Cardwell.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
